#and no i do not find it remotely affirming to be called all the horrible things they said i was But In An Affirming Way This Time

[astraltrickster]

ngl I'm not a fan of how the very necessary discussion of how autistic girls (and many poc for that matter, not that we usually remember this) often end up masking hard due to the pressure to "be ladylike" or "not be too angry" and therefore end up being seen as "very polite" and "mature for your age" and so on and so forth is morphing into being less about how social pressures may impact how autism presents and more about saying "so there's Girl Autism and there's Boy Autism and Girl Autism makes you nice and polite and pleasant but Boy Autism makes you gross and annoying and rude and offputting and no it's not ableist at all to say that being overly excitable or trying to get a turn to talk when you don't know when your turn is or struggling with arbitrary rules is rude and annoying because Girl Autism exists uwu"

#disability #actually autistic #serious tag #internet culture #especially because these are FAR from being hard and fast rules #i had Boy Autism despite being raised fully expected to be a girl #and no i do not find it remotely affirming to be called all the horrible things they said i was But In An Affirming Way This Time #knowing more of the different ways that different combinations of autistic traits and social pressures can present #is good for preventing people from slipping through the cracks #we don't need to be breaking open NEW cracks by assigning certain presentations to certain genders

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

This is a request from @ringa-starr, and it is just super cute. This is a Bill Preston x Reader, and to make things even better, it’s a Cinderella AU. Putting two of my favorite things together. Gifs and characters are not mine. I hope you all enjoy this!

Description: Y/N jumps at the chance to go to the Prince’s ball, despite her stepmother’s disapproval. While she is there, she catches the eye of a certain curly haired blonde.

Warnings: none, just sweet and cute fluff

Y/N had just finished sweeping the floor for the third time that day. She knew that it was clean, but her stepmother insisted that it wasn’t. After the passing of her mother and father, Y/N was stuck living with the most horrible women on the planet.

Her stepmother, Lady Tremaine, constantly had Y/N clean the house until it was spotless. When Lady Tremaine first married Y/N’s father, she treated Y/N as if she were her own flesh and blood. After her father’s passing however, she showed her true colors.

Y/N’s stepsisters, Drizella and Anastasia, were the same way. Any chance they could they would insult Y/N, and today was no different. While Y/N was dusting the clock by the stairway, Drizella and Anastasia came gliding down the stairs in their extravagant ball gowns. Their mother followed right behind.

“Oh, the Prince will fall in love with me for sure,” Drizella gushed as she spun around in a circle.

“No, he’s going to fall in love with me,” Anastasia retorted. The two woman started to pull at each other’s hair, and their mother had to step in.

“Come now girls,” Lady Tremaine said with a slight tilt of her head, “That is no way for ladies to behave.”

The two sisters quickly nodded their heads in agreement, but they continued to glare daggers at each other. Y/N put her duster down, and told the sisters how beautiful they looked. She only received snorts of disgust in response. Y/N then turned to her stepmother, and mustered up all the courage she had in order to speak. “May I go to the ball? I have all of my chores done. I even have my own dress! Please, can I go?”

Lady Tremaine smiled. “Of course you can go! Hurry up and change, or we will be late.”

Y/N cheered as she dashed upstairs to change into her dress. It used to belong to her mother, and while it wasn’t as extravagant as the other gowns, it was still very beautiful. The shades of magenta brought out the color of Y/N’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel the excitement that was growing within her. Y/N made her way back down the stairs, and she was greeted by her stepmother’s wicked gaze. “What’s wrong,” Y/N asked.

“Oh this dress will never do,” Lady Tremaine said with a shake of her head. “Girls, why don’t you help your dear sister fix her dress.”

Drizella and Anastasia both lunged at Y/N. They began to rip pieces of the dress apart, all the while making comments on how much “better” the dress looked. When they were finished, Y/N’s dress had been reduced to practically nothing.

The sisters laughed as they went back to their mothers side. Lady Tremaine looked down at Y/N with a smirk. “Did you seriously believe we would let you go to the ball?! Ha! We would be the laughing stocks of the town. Our carriage has arrived, so just stay here in the house where you belong.”

The three despicable women left the house, and Y/N let the tears fall from her eyes. She ran out the back door and into the garden. It was the one place she could go to find peace. Y/N collapsed onto the ground as sobs continued to rack her body. Suddenly, a loud crash cut through her wails and cries. She looked up, and couldn’t believe what was in front of her.

It was a phone booth. Little bolts of electric slithered down the metal sides, and the only reason why she knew it was a phone booth was the fact that it said so at the top. As for what a phone was, Y/N was completely clueless. A man wearing a long grey coat stepped out from the booth and removed his glasses. He stepped towards Y/N and handed her a handkerchief, which she gratefully accepted.

“Who are you,” Y/n questioned as she whipped her tears away with the handkerchief.

“My name is Rufus. Think of me as your fairy godmother of sorts. I’m here to help you gain entrance to the Prince’s ball.”

Rufus walked back over to the phone booth, and pulled out a small bag. He handed the bag to Y/N with a smile. “This is for you. After all, it is absolutely necessary that you and the Prince get together. This should help with that.”

Y/N reached into the bag, and pulled out a remote that had a singular button in the middle. She wasn’t sure what would happen when she pressed it, but she tried it anyways. In a flash the remote projected a shimmering sapphire dress onto Y/N. To her and everyone else, it looked real. Y/N gasped lightly at how amazing it looked on her, despite being an illusion.

“Now, this device only works for a limited amount of time. Once the clock strikes twelve, the illusion will be gone. You have to catch the Prince’s attention before then,” Rufus explained.

Y/n nodded her head. “I think I can remember that.”

Rufus then pulled another remote out of his pocket, and when he pressed the button a lavish carriage pulled by white steeds stood in front of them. “We can’t have you walking to the palace now can we,” Rufus added. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, but she was glad that Rufus had given her such amazing devices. After climbing into the carriage, it took off at a brisk pace. Y/N turned around and waved to Rufus, who waved back in return as he climbed into the phone booth and disappeared in a flash of light.

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Y/N walked into the ballroom of the palace, and she was in awe at the amount of people that were there. They wore fancy dresses, and drank until they started to sway on their feet. She had to admit that she felt a bit out of place, but she tried to mingle as best she could.

Suddenly, the sound of a fanfare could be heard above her. Y/N looked up at the balcony above the ball room. A man with brunette hair appeared and gained the attention of the entire room. He cleared his throat and opened a piece of paper. “I, Ted Logan, introduce his most royal highness, Bill Preston.”

The crowd erupted into applause as Bill stepped out from behind a violet curtain. He waved to the crowd, and shared a friendly high five with Ted. Y/N thought that it was strange for a royal to have such a friendly relationship with his servants, but that would explain why the whole kingdom loved him. Bill left as soon as he appeared, but then he arrived on the dance floor. He looked around the room, and his eyes locked with Y/N’s.

Bill was completely mesmerized by the woman in front of him. It felt as if his heart was going to stop, and if Ted hadn’t shown up by his side, he would have been lost in his love-struck trance forever. “Why don’t you go and ask that babe to dance,” Ted suggested to Bill.

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Ted,” Bill answered as he walked towards Y/N. He radiated confidence, and the smile he sent Y/N’s way could have lit up the darkest cave. Once he was within a few feet of Y/N, he offered his hand to her. “Would you do me the honor and share this dance with me?”

All Y/N could do was nod as Bill led her onto the dance floor. She was worried that she would trip over her own feet as the tempo of the song began to speed up. However, Bill made sure that she did not fall, and Y/N became more comfortable around the Prince. They danced for what felt like hours, and Bill decided to lead Y/N outside to the gardens to get some fresh air.

“I’ve been most rude to you. I have spent the whole evening with you, and I haven’t even asked for your name,” Bill confessed as he sat down on a granite bench.

“It’s Y/N, and you haven’t been rude to me. If anything, you have been too kind,” she replied as she sat beside Bill.

“A beautiful name for a most bodacious babe.”

Bill glanced down at Y/N, and started to lean in for a kiss, but the chime from the clock tower interrupted him. Y/N bolted up from her seat. It was already midnight! She had to hurry before her disguise wore off. There was no way that the Prince would feel the same about her if he knew what she really looked like. Y/N dashed out of the garden. “I’m sorry, but I have to go!”

“Wait, Y/N! Where are you going,” Bill shouted as he ran to catch her.

Y/N didn’t look back as she made her way down the palace steps. Her disguise started to falter and in a flash she was once again wearing her mother’s torn dress. Y/N’s dress snagged on a loose piece of the steps, and she yanked with all her might. She didn’t care if the dress got ripped even more. The only thing that mattered was that she was out of sight before the Prince arrived. Y/N disappeared into the forest, not caring about whether or not she left the carriage behind. Bill and Ted finally made it to the palace steps.

“I think she’s gone dude,” Ted stated as Bill frantically looked around.

“No, she’s not gone Ted,” Bill affirmed as he crouched down to pick up the minuscule piece of fabric from Y/N’s dress. “Look! We have this fabric from her dress, and I have her name.”

“What should we do now, your highness?”

“Call all the guards in the kingdom. We will search far and wide, and I don’t care how long it takes. Come on Ted, let’s go find my future bride.”

Ted hurried back inside to alert the guards of the Prince’s orders, but Bill remained outside. He gazed out into the forest, and in his gut he knew that Y/N was out there. Bill didn’t care if he had to search for the rest of his life to find her. Y/N was his other half, and he would even renounce his future crown if it meant he could be with her again.

#bill x reader #bill preston x reader #bill s preston esquire x reader #bill and ted #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill s preston esquire #bill preston #bill s preston #ted logan #ted theodore logan #x reader #fluff

[missaudreyhorney]

(Almost) Every Idea Ever

Although I rarely ever finish writing a fic, that never stops me from getting new ideas for them. Terrible, horrible, dumpster fire ideas. Okay, some of them are wholesome on occasion, but mostly it’s just filth. I've excluded a couple of things because either they were just too awful to mention or I’m currently working on them and I want it to be a surprise.

The first story I started to write this year was original fiction but with the main male character heavily inspired by Jim Hopper. It was about a recently married young woman having an affair with her father-in-law. This really set a precedent for the rest of my ideas and should indicate to you the level of depravity on this list.

Hopper x Reader:

Hurts So Good series - In 1982, Reader is Mayor Kline’s daughter and has a crush on Chief Hopper. She decides to pursue him and things don’t go quite as planned but they still end up having steamy, rough sex. A secret affair begins between the two of them but it eventually leads to heartbreak. Heavy emphasis on Dom/sub and pain kink. - Initial pursuit, fingering in the car, sex (60%) - Phone sex the following day (70%) - Rough sex, bordering on consensual nonconsent (partially written) - Introduction to Daddy kink (notes) - Body worship (notes) - Bruise kink (notes) - Facesitting (50%) - hurt/comfort throatfucking, an argument, angst/fluff (75%) - Orgasm denial/control (70%) - Possible gunplay? (Unwritten) - Disciplinary spanking (notes)

Dress You Up series - In 1985, Hopper meets plus-size!Reader at JCPenney when he comes in to pick out a shirt for his date. After Joyce stands him up, he decides to come back and ask Reader out instead. Probably the cutest idea I’ve ever had for smut. Inspired by flamehairedwritings and flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash. - 1st meeting, 2nd meeting, date, sex (50%) - 2nd date, a continuation of My First Drabble (partially written) - Meeting El and she’s standoffish (notes)

Domestic Smut - Reader and husband!Hopper are at the cabin alone together one weekend. After breakfast, she tries to wash the dishes but the sink is broken, the water squirting everywhere. A water fight turns into a tickle fight which turns into kitchen table sex. (50%)

Hopper blindfolding Reader during sex at the cabin (Notes)

Hopper blindfolding Reader during a blowjob in his office at the police station (Minimal notes)

Hopper rubbing a popsicle on Reader’s body then licking it off (Minimal notes)

Hopper coming over to Reader’s house, unannounced, late at night, in the rain, for a quick rough fuck. Inspired by one of the pictures from the Playboy shoot. (Partially written)

Licking Hopper’s hand and arm veins to get his attention while he reads the Sunday newspaper. (Unwritten)

Sucking Hopper’s cock while he smokes a cigar on the porch and either ignores you or looks at you with disdain. Inspired by a compilation video of David smoking a cigar on Instagram Live. (Unwritten)

Consensual nonconsent fantasy where Hopper touches Reader and tells her to say no to him while he’s making her cum. Rough, forceful sex immediately follows. (Partially written)

Bootlicker - anti-cop Reader has a secret fetish for cops and Hopper is more than happy to oblige them and keep quiet about it. (Notes)

Working out my own personal issues via smut, bigender-questioning AFAB Reader puts on Hopper’s uniform shirt and hat. Much to their delight, he says they look like a boy. He also says “If you’re going to dress like a boy, I’m going to fuck you like one.” Basically just incredible anal sex while Hopper calls Reader a good boy. Extremely niche subject but the fantasy of this is so affirming to me, I can’t not think about it. (Notes)

Hopper x Reader requests

A sequel to Little Magnum where the dog is a few years older. There is maybe also a cat? (Unwritten)

Fire & Ice - Reader is playing in the snow when it’s getting dark outside. Hopper tells them to come in but they don’t listen. Reader falls and hurts their ankle then Hopper gets angry at their disobedience. Not because he’s a jerk, but because he can’t imagine his life without Reader and doesn’t want to lose them. Angsty hurt/comfort. (~70%)

Replacement idea since Fire & Ice was much too angsty - Reader gets stung by a bee and Hopper freaks out. Reader is fine but he babies them nonetheless, because again, his greatest fear is losing them. Very cute and silly. (unwritten)

Freezeframe - Reader bought Hopper a Polaroid camera for his birthday and he hasn’t used it months later. Taking matters into her own hands, she uses the camera for some naughty selfies. Once Hopper finds the pictures, he decides to assume the role of photographer and gets some very intimate shots of Reader. (80-85%)

Morning Wood - Reader lets themself into the cabin early one Summer morning and sees Hopper in bed, fully nude, just a sheet covering the part they want to see most. Hop wakes up, invites Reader into bed with him, and a blowjob ensues. Very detailed description of his body. (Notes)

Hopper gets injured and needs Reader to patch him up. She gets pissed though for him being in yet another dangerous situation where he yet again gets hurt. Reader reprimanding him leads to confessions of feelings which leads to sex. (Unwritten)

Reader has been feeling ignored by Hopper lately and decides to make him jealous to get his attention. She flirts with another man at a bar while Hopper watches and seethes with rage. He punishes her by dragging her into the parking lot then spanking over the tailgate of his Chevy Blazer. Rough sex and more spanking goes down back at the cabin. Based on my jealous!Hopper headcanon post. (Partially written)

Principal Hopper  - One of the worst ideas I’ve ever had, which is saying A LOT. High school principal Hopper catches one of his 18-year-old female students spying on him between classes and confronts her about it. Sexual tension bubbles up until neither of them can control themselves. Based on a fantasy told to me by a friend who I will not name. (Notes)

Hopper x Reader AUs

Messing Around With Jim series - A continuation of The Big Game, Afterschool Special, and Third Time’s A Charm. Modern!Hopper and Reader having all kinds of sex. - Fingering, gentle sex, tender orgasm control (50%) - Period sex, vibrator (Notes) - First blowjob, a continuation of A Sampling (partially written) - Hop eating Reader’s pussy for his birthday (minimal notes) - Fingering in the car, truck bed sex (notes) - Another blowjob, rough sex over the hood of a car (partially written) - Pussy eating at the park (notes) - Hop not understanding FaceTime, fluff, smut (unwritten) - Roleplaying how they met, sex at Reader’s parents house (notes) - July 4th fingering, rough sex, surprises (notes) - Remote control vibrator (partially written) - More pussy eating, this time in Hop’s cutting edge shirt (partially written) - Yet another blowjob, this time in a movie theater (unwritten) - Jealousy resulting in overstimulation/”forced” orgasms (notes) - 4 part miniseries about butt plugs/anal sex (notes) - Confronting her parents, angst (55-60%) - Learning about Sara, ANGST! (notes)

Vacation series - modem!Hopper and Reader go on vacation together. That’s it, that’s the plot. Idea from David’s Croatian vacation pics and conversations with Tayler. All just notes at this point. - Christening the hotel bed - Bratty Reader getting semi-publicly punished - Hopper taking care of drunk!Reader, humor, fluff - Double date

carpenter!Hopper - Reader is recently divorced and hires Hop to make repairs on her house before she sells it. Graphic detail of him doing manly things like sawing and hammering. Porn with plot. Inspired by another friend, she knows who she is. (Notes in the form of a 500-word summary)

Detective Hopper - various bits and pieces of ideas inspired by David being digitally handcuffed to Darren Criss and Michael Stuhlbarg in Vanity Fair, plus a few pictures in 2016. (Unwritten)

Captain Hopper - a collaboration with @pkg4mumtown. She said she was thinking about fire captain!Hopper rescuing her from a burning building and I told her my pre-existing firefighter idea of being saved and then wanting to thank him in a variety of ways. Things snowballed from there and I decided we need to write it. Mostly just notes so far. - Initial meeting, first date, sex - Second date, making dinner together, sex

Hopper x Joyce:

There is a list of my Jopper ideas (Various degrees of notes)

Teenage Joyce and Hopper meeting in high school and their relationship that follows. Maybe a oneshot? Maybe a series? (Notes)

Hopper x Billy: (Over 18-years-old and no longer in high school!)

1940/50’s AU - Hopper meets expat Billy at a cigar club while on vacation in Havana. A familiar face, so to speak, in a foreign land. Hop pays Billy to take him back to his apartment and “keep him company”. Maybe two chapters? Inspired by a photo of Dacre Montgomery in GQ Germany. (Partially written.)

Hopper catches Billy “renting his time” at a truck stop outside of town and threatens to arrest him, but Billy bribes him with sex. (Unwritten.) I’m sorry but there’s just something about the idea of rent boy Billy that I absolutely love.

Hopper + Billy + Reader - completely implausible threeway (Unwritten)

David Harbour RPF:

AU where instead of being an actor, he’s a drama teacher at a high school in New York City and the kids from Stranger Things are his students. Pure fluff. (Please write this for me!)

Giving him a blow job before an important event. TWO different versions. Inspired by numerous photos of David wearing a robe. (Minimal notes)

Riding his thigh and everything that entails. Inspired by a picture of David from GQ Mexico. (Minimal notes)

touch-starved!David hires a sexworker during the pandemic because he’s lonely quarantining by himself. No sex. He literally just wants a hug and someone to be affectionate with him. Unconventional fluff. (Unwritten)

Other DKH-related shenanigans:

Let’s Ride sequel - Reader goes on a second date with Deacon from SoulCycle, they go out for sashimi and end up at his place. He has a cat that he inherited from a neighbor. Reader teaches him how to put her in a chokehold. (Unwritten)

Alexei Shostakov smut - some type of Bond Girl situation where Reader has to seduce him. Just an excuse for me to lovingly describe his large tattooed body in vivid detail. (Unwritten)

The Stranger - Reader has an ongoing affair with a mysterious man whose name is never mentioned. They meet at high society functions and hook up in fancy hotels. One night, he finds out that she’s married and punishes her for her dishonesty. Inspired by a photo of David looking annoyed in a tuxedo. (Notes)

Daddy Dom/little girl roleplay fantasy. Sweet, smutty, and slightly taboo. (Notes)

Daddy’s Little...Helper - Me, as submissive!Reader, watching Daddy jack off right in front of my face after he comes home from work. Based on a conversation with an Instagram friend and a picture of David in the play “Cal In Camo” where he’s holding a beer bottle between his legs. (65%)

Stranger Things x Twin Peaks crossover - Chief Jim Hopper comes to Twin Peaks to help Special Agent Dale Cooper solve some type of paranormal mystery. Perhaps a parallel between The Black Lodge and The Upside Down? I think this would work really really well, but I can’t write it myself. (Please write this for me!)

In conclusion: Yes, I know I need to have my head examined. Yes, I know I spend too much time thinking about Jim Hopper. Let me know if you LIKE these ideas. Please do not let me know if you hate these ideas.

Tagging: @manawhaat @strangest-hour @007swhore @kingphillipblake @david-harbour-arg @misshawkins1993 @oxforddrama 

#ST FF ideas #fanfic inspiration #DID NOT proofread this when I was done

[akitokihojo]

Say It Again

Finally, I’m here to post my @inusecretsanta! @ajoy3fanfics, this is for you!

Happy holidays!

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They weren’t a new couple, but they also couldn’t be considered long-term at all. Six months has passed, and Kagome’s fallen into a comfortable rhythm with her boyfriend, Inuyasha. The transition from friends to relationship wasn’t necessarily smooth, but as the weeks flew by and the half demon she favored realized things didn’t have to be as awkward as he had a tendency to make them, the shift grew increasingly easier.

She appreciated his smile through the years that she got to call herself his acquaintance; it was a rare sight to behold. When they became friends, she got to enjoy it a little more. As his partner now, she gets to hear him laugh, experience the different grins that occurred for various scenarios, understand that his expression wasn’t constantly frozen in a stone-like scowl, and see first-hand that his brow softened and his feverish eyes were more delightful than they were intimidating. They quickly became inseparable. Spending the night at the other’s apartment, staying up too late watching movies, exploring one another’s bodies, kissing and playing around and exchanging words of affirmation that kept their hearts pounding into the next day.

But never those words. Not yet.

Kagome was aware Inuyasha wasn’t the affectionate type, and maybe it was too soon for him. The light over him seemed to be changing, though. The way she was looking at him, she could feel, was gradually becoming something else. Something warmer, softer, attracting her soul as well as her heart. Christmas Eve was spent at her parents, and though his discomfort was pretty obvious, he still put forth effort into conversing with her grandfather, offering to help her mother in the kitchen even though he wasn’t much of a cook, and even playing video games with her younger brother. He only grunted responses a few times, but overall, he was wonderful. And Kagome couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

That night, they went back to his flat. He’d insisted. The hanyou wasn’t much for holidays, especially Christmas, but he knew it was her favorite and murmured something about her being stupid for thinking she’d be waking up alone. He was especially tender that night and the following morning. She didn’t know why, nor did she ask. He took moments to smooth hair out of her face and behind her ear, kissed her forehead numerous times, made her multiple mugs of hot coco, kissed her shoulder as she made them breakfast, and even allowed her to put on her favorite Christmas movie, never reaching to turn it off despite the fact that it quickly drove him nuts how she could recite almost every line - a habit, she earnestly declared, he’d have to get used to.

Now, here she stood. It was two-twenty-five in the morning, and the smell of falling snow wafted in through the cracked window. The last of Inuyasha’s friends were finally leaving, waving goodbye as the hanyou shut the door behind them. The floor was littered with confetti and glitter, streamers hanging sloppily from the walls, and Inuyasha barely sighed as he picked up a nearby trash bag to begin the cleanup. Kagome was in the center of the living room, a bag of her own in one hand and the television remote in the other, hardly able to focus on her task when her boyfriend seemed to be captivating her undivided attention. It was silly, really. She felt like a smitten high schooler recently. He was so far from perfect, but so perfect for her. For a while, she worried she’d never find that person. Her person.

Her person. What a wonderful concept. For once, there was no overthinking. There was no uncertainty, or doubt. The thought settled comfortable in her chest, warming her soul, calming her heart. There was no fear or trepidation, not where Inuyasha was concerned. It brought a smile to her face, the realization.

She turned her attention back to the television, clicking the remote to flip through the apps, and shuffling his music playlist but turning the volume down - way down from where it was during the party. Then, she got back to cleaning, the clinking of glass almost louder than the soft lyrics playing through the speakers as she dropped beer and champagne bottles in her bag one-by-one. Every ten seconds or so, she’d glance over her shoulder. The sight of him was remarkably exciting. His long, silver hair was held back in a ponytail, flowing beautifully over his shoulder as he picked up solo cups from the floor next to the loveseat. His broad shoulders flexed beneath his button up, and as he stood up straight and turned to her, his lips quirked in a peculiar grin.

She loved his smile and the way his thick brows furrowed in question. Kagome found herself, in that moment, in previous moments, and in future moments with him, so unbelievably happy. And she laughed.

“Why are you being weird?” Inuyasha asked, setting his trash on the floor and sauntering over. “You tired?”

“I’m not being weird.” She laughed again.

“Alright, you’re going to bed.”

“No, I’m fine!”

He took the bag from her hands, smiling as she tried to fight him for it. “What’s so funny, then?”

“Nothing. I’m just -“ Kagome bit her bottom lip, his form just inches away from her and she had to resist her instincts to touch him in some way, shape, or form. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Brownies.” She lied.

“Funny brownies?” He hummed, cocking a brow. “Who brought them, and how many did you have?”

“No! That’s not what I meant!” Kagome laughed, realizing her horrible mistake. Her face was hot, flushed, and she decided it was just too much effort to swallow what was on her mind. The loud clank of bottles was heard as he obviously dropped the bag to the floor, taking her cheeks in between his palms in the next second so she’d look at him.

“Spit it out, dummy.” Inuyasha chuckled, giving a small squeeze to make her lips purse slightly. She shook her head to get him to drop his hands, his fingers gently gliding down her neck, around her shoulders, down most of her arms, to settle and softly massage the curve of her waist.

Sucking in her bottom lip to rake her teeth over it, she waited until it freed itself, like a silent countdown to build her courage. “I love you.”

His smile slowly faded before growing, a steady sigh leaving his nose. His cheeks slowly grew pink, then red. Stepping in closer so his arms could circle her waist and his mouth could hover over hers, he whispered, “What’s so funny about that?”

Their kiss was tender and heated and long overdo since they’d missed the ball drop while too busy hosting. He held her closer, closer, pulling her in as a soft reverberation rumbled through his chest. Her own hands smoothed over the hot flesh of his neck, and she smiled. All she could do was smile, she was so happy.

“You know I love you too, right?” Inuyasha breathed, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I do now.” Kagome giggled.

“Shut up. Time for bed.” He guided her to walk backward, never releasing his hold on her which caused her to stumble as he took wider steps to compensate.

“Right now?”

“What do you mean, right now!? It’s two-thirty in the morning!”

“We were just cleaning!”

“Yeah, and I just thought of something much more important that needs to get done.” Inuyasha chuckled, reaching down to grab the backs of her thighs to pick her up and straddle his waist. She yelped in surprise, recovering quickly to kiss him, trusting him fully to hold on.

“Say it again.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” She breathed.

#inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fic #inukag fanfiction #inukagfanfic #inukag fic #inusecretsanta #my writing #akitokihojo #say it again

[jcmorrigan]

Tales from the Scrap Heap: Nothing to Lose but You

I decided to start “Tales from the Scrap Heap” as a little series on my blog for fanfiction ideas that I never got into print. Because my brain is really, really good at coming up with way more long-form plots than I can ever realistically hope to publish. I have to be picky about which plot bunnies I follow and which I don’t. The stories here are the ones that I considered and ultimately didn’t motivate me as much as what I have up on my AO3 account.

For the first one, I’m aware I’m putting myself in the Discourse Box here but it’s a Voltron: Legendary Defender fic. However, it’s for the absolute only ship I have never seen contested, largely because I don’t think anybody remembers these guys: Vakala/Remdax. Something about them really intrigued me (probably that they’re silly x straitlaced, have a size difference, and bicker constantly, which is almost a full row of JCMorrigan OTP Bingo). If you don’t remember, they’re the two aliens who found clone!Shiro on the ice planet shortly after he escaped (this is when we thought he was real!Shiro) and decided ultimately not to eat him and instead to give him a shuttle to escape back to Voltron. Anyhow, one day I just had too much Worldbuilding Juice and decided to come up with a little history for them, and because they’re rebels hiding in a remote location in a seemingly neverending war, it is one of the darkest story ideas I have. There’s a happy ending for our two leading men, but because this is indeed a wartime story, what I came up with to explain why they were on that ice planet and so willing to even cannibalize any Galra who showed up ended up having elements of colonialism, prison/labor camps, fugitive life, and a worldbuild flavoring that implies some noncon happened somewhere at some point. So if these things are not what you want to read in a hypothetical Voltron fanfiction outline, please keep movin’. Anyway, this is the one story I most regret never finishing because I had so much of it fleshed, but my Voltron muse is long gone and I have no enthusiasm, so here’s what I would’ve written, had I the energy.

·      Title is “Nothing to Lose but You” because the point of this story is these two go through the wringer and are literally all each other have. It’s that kind of story

·      I decided to call the planet Vakala and Remdax are from “Taxalai,” and the name for a resident is “Taxalan.” Taxalan society has a heavy emphasis on technology (which is why Remdax not knowing how to work a computer or being able to remember a password is such an oddity and so frustrating to pretty much any other Taxalan), and pretty much everything is computerized to some degree. Screens everywhere.

·      We open on Vakala, who is living in a mansion that used to belong to his family but has since been taken over by an invading Galra general. This was going to be an OC who I could just make nasty, but then I got re-introduced to Morvok, the Galra’s resident black sheep, and I will take any excuse to write Morvok so let’s just say it was he who took over Vakala’s family manor and just sits on the couch all day regaling people with stories of his greatness (none of which are true).

·      Vakala himself is a servant to Morvok, having to bring him whatever he wants and be at his beck and call.

·      One day, Vakala decides he’s done taking orders and declares he is no longer going to be in a position of servitude in his own house. Morvok simply dismissively says to “Take this one away wherever you take the ones that act up so I don’t have to look at him.”

·      And Vakala is arrested by a Galra squadron and brought to a prison camp many, many miles away.

·      It’s night when he’s delivered, so he’s brought right to the cramped barrack where a bunch of Taxalans who have been there longer are stacked in bunk beds. Vakala’s first night there, he screams and claws at the door that’s been sealed behind him, begging to be let out because he’ll follow orders this time.

·      The other prisoners there are veterans, so they all tell him to shut up because they’re never gonna listen. All but one.

·      Enter Remdax. He’s from another part of Taxalai – Vakala’s voice sounds more American to me while Remdax is definitely British, so I assume they have to come from different parts of the planet. They also have different physical structures that may suggest ethnic divides, though their color palette affirms they’re both of the same planetary origin. It’s also worth noting he has both eyes still at this point. This is very important.

·      Remdax is here because he was part of an anti-Galra rebel squad that was largely made up of his friends and family. The Galra found and closed in on their base, and Remdax ran out and got himself arrested for the purpose of slowing down the Galra officers enough that his friends and family could escape – which they did.

·      Anyway, that exposition would come some time later. For now, what’s happening is Vakala is having a panic attack in the middle of the night and everyone’s telling him to shut up because it’s futile. Except for Remdax. Remdax stands up and essentially says, “We’ve all done the same thing when we first arrived. Let him feel what he feels.”

·      And he approaches Vakala to try and calm him down verbally – just by saying his feelings are validated, and yes, it’s really awful, but he’ll survive, and Remdax will do his best to make sure Vakala survives. But he can’t really tell him it’s “okay” because it is quite clearly not.

·      Vakala eventually gives up and goes to sleep, quite depressed and for good reason.

·      The following morning, Vakala is put to work on an assembly line making Galra weaponry. This is what all the Taxalans in this particular camp must do. It’s very mechanically inclined, not many screens, not the way Taxalans usually work.

·      I don’t know if pacing-wise, it would be better to have this happen the first time or later, but Vakala ends up trying to pick up a cooling metal part way too soon and burning his palm horribly. He has to finish the rest of his shift one-handed.

·      Again, the other imprisoned Taxalans avoid this situation, largely because anxiety is high as-is, but Remdax steps forward once more, trying to care for the burn as best as he can. And he has zero supplies, so the best he can do is run a whole lot of cold water over Vakala’s hand and wrap it up in fabric he tore off his clothing.

·      Vakala ends up underperforming because of this injury and receives some punishment later. I didn’t think too much on exactly what – had I fleshed this out fully, I’d at least imply strongly what happened

·      Remdax has a bit of a crisis over this because he invested in protecting this guy, he failed, and there was literally nothing he could do. He’s in here for self-sacrifice in the first place, so he keeps thinking there’s always something he could do to help someone else if he gives something up for himself. But sometimes, he doesn’t even have an opportunity to do so, and it’s driving him into panic.

·      It’s shortly after this that he starts getting into his head that maybe the only way to help Vakala and himself is if he finds a way to escape.

·      There’s a day in which Remdax and Vakala are assigned to work outside on the grounds, and down comes an inspector from another sector on a shuttle. Remdax sees the opportunity and waves Vakala over.

·      They only have one shot, and it will unfortunately mean leaving the rest of their people behind, which is a horrible sacrifice, but it’s either they go on their own or nobody goes at all.

·      Remdax rushes the Galra inspector and attacks him. They get in a physical brawl while Vakala hurries in and hijacks the ship, which isn’t difficult for his technologically-inclined mind.

·      During this fight, Remdax either knocks out or kills the Galra inspector, but in the process, the inspector stabs one of his eyes completely out.

·      Remdax hops onto the ship and they have to go right away or else lose their freedom and maybe their lives forever. Vakala is freaking out because Remdax’s eye is bleeding, but Remdax is trying to act casual and make jokes about it because Vakala needs to be calm enough to drive.

·      They get off Taxalai on that stolen shuttle and land on the nearest planet, which I never named.

·      They’re aware they’re fugitives at this point.

·      They end up in a metropolitan area, where they check into a hotel so they have somewhere to sleep. I hadn’t worked out how they pay for the first night – maybe with favors, because Vakala eventually ends up a receptionist at this hotel and earns good wages, so maybe he gets his foot in the door by saying “I’ll do anything” and the receptionist is already pulling double duty and just goes “Do the second half of my fourteen-hour shift”

·      They have to finish wrapping up Remdax’s eye in that hotel room as best they can. Thankfully, it doesn’t get infected.

·      Immediately their first thought is to go out and find a way of bringing in income. As I said, Vakala makes a good receptionist and is excellent at filing client data on computers, so he ends up with a good-paying job that way.

·      Remdax takes a job down at a garage working with vehicle mechanics and engines, since that’s what he’s better at. Not in the manufacture of those parts (never again), but in fixing up broken vehicles. (I would’ve made it something more interesting than simply cars for this planet because Voltron planets are all about interesting possibilities for new civilizations.)

·      There’s some down-time where they live rather domestically this way, just earning enough to buy simple food and extend the stay in their small and shabby hotel room, but also bonding and becoming better friends.

·      A lot of people assume they already are a couple. Remdax in particular gets asked about his “husband” at the garage and he has to keep denying it.

·      There’s one night where they’re just having a relatively good time, taking a night to relax and appreciate that they can do nothing and be okay, and Remdax very gingerly brings up he wants to ask something of Vakala that might be too much. Vakala agrees to hear him out, and all Remdax wants is to be hugged for a bit while he thinks about how far they’ve come. So they hold each other, just lying on the bed and muttering to each other about the way things used to be, the way things are now, how lucky they are to have each other.

·      It’s actually some time later that they start seeing each other in a romantic light. Before this, they were a lifeline to each other, and in the heat of the worst moments, they couldn’t even really think about romance – they had to be preoccupied with survival. But now that their life is settling down and they’re starting to pack away funds for a small house, they start thinking…we’re basically life partners. Are we attracted to each other?

·      Answer: yes.

·      They kiss one night over a pretty meager dinner spread out picnic-style on their bed.

·      Shortly after this is when the Galra troops come into the city, looking for the two fugitives who attacked an inspector and fled custody.

·      Vakala and Remdax end up having to escape out the window, flee down the fire escape, and hijack a ship from Remdax’s garage.

·      They’re floating between worlds yet again.

·      They are eventually found by another ship, and they fear the Galra have finally captured them – but it’s a ship of rebels who’ve had similar stories. Vakala and Remdax are two of the Galra’s most wanted, and these rebels realized they would make great additions to the team in exchange for some stability.

·      So they work out a plan where Vakala and Remdax man an outpost on the ice planet, one of the most remote they have, that monitors Galra communications.

·      The rebels drop in supplies regularly and also have left a shuttle in case of emergency.

·      Vakala and Remdax both haaaaate the cold and so use the first week or so as an excuse to snuggle a lot.

·      And things go pretty okay. Remdax is still technologically illiterate and Vakala is just like “Are you even a Taxalan”

·      This is where they start bickering, which they like because finally, finally the stakes are low enough where they can afford to just rag on each other and still like each other at the end of the day.

·      They get more physical at this stage, too, but of course I can’t write a lemon to save my soul so it’s just a lot of implications

·      Things start going wrong when a Galra officer finds the base on a planet. This is far too dangerous and they both know it. If this guy gets two steps further, their location is blown and they are both dead. So Remdax kills him.

·      It’s been a while since their last supply delivery. And they figure it’s best not to waste anything…so they decide the Galra they killed has to go into food reserves.

·      Vakala nearly has a full-on panic attack while cannibalizing another person, even if that person was dangerous.

·      Some time later, another Galra shows up, but this one’s different. She claims to come in peace, and introduces herself as Acxa.

·      Remdax is ready to murder again, but Vakala holds him off because he can recognize Acxa isn’t a full-blooded Galra and in fact, he’s pretty sure there’s Taxalan in her genetic makeup based on how her face looks.

·      Acxa confirms. Her grandmother was a Taxalan and forced to be a servant of a Galra commander who impregnated her (here is the strongly implied noncon).

·      Acxa offers to help, swearing to secrecy. Vakala and Remdax deny her help but let her get away with her life, wondering if they’d made the right decision.

·      A month with no contact and they’re fairly secure Acxa didn’t snitch.

·      Then in comes Shiro, and canon events happen. These would be briefly recapped.

·      The important thing to note is that they let Shiro have their only shuttle, and that was a boo-boo, but it’s okay because the rebels are gonna drop off supplies anyway, so they shouldn’t need it.

·      And then the other rebels never show up.

·      I’m not sure if I’d have them literally be dead or leave it up in the air, but their supplies are cut off. They ration out their remaining food for the next few years. There’s at least one more Galra who shows up that they have to eat. And it does last a few years, until the end of VLD canon.

·      They’re starving to death. Skin and bone. And we get them eating their last ration over the fire and since they’re both used to cannibalizing Galra by now, their minds are on the obvious. Each is ready to kill himself so the other can live longer.

·      For dramatic effect I might have let them get close to pulling the trigger before the sound of someone showing up alerts them

·      They go outside, hoping they’re saved and not screwed…

·      And wouldn’t you know. It’s the paladins of Voltron. Also Acxa.

·      Allura has already been exchanged for the restoration of all realities (which Vakala and Remdax have no idea happened because when you’re in a reality that disappears and reappears, that has no bearing on your memory because you literally did not exist and suddenly existed again with no idea of the gap)

·      Altea and Daibazaal have been restored and now the paladins are working on bringing peace all over the universe

·      And Shiro remembered the two who helped his clone out because of…memory merging?...and Acxa brought up “We really need to check on those two”

·      They get Vakala and Remdax on a warm ship, find them food, get them cleaned up

·      And then bring them back to Taxalai, which has just been liberated from Galra control. We see the more unforgivable Galra getting their due punishment. The camp administrators are now incarcerated. Morvok is doing community service scooping poop at the zoo or something horrible because it’s Morvok

·      Shiro is considering his retirement, but first, he addresses Vakala and Remdax, asking if they want to govern the reclaimed Taxalai and help make it a beautiful place where their people can flourish

·      Vakala is trying so hard not to break down and cry, but it’s Remdax who hits his knees and starts bawling first

·      The final line would be about how they were finally “home” for the first time in their entire lives

#vakala #remdax #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #vakadax #tales from the scrap heap

[kaunis-sielu]

Don’t Judge a Tiger: End

The four cubs are feisty, love chasing the camera and are a complete handful. Bucky has to take two of them from Dottie because she seems stressed and isn’t raising any of the cubs at first. Once it’s just the two she starts to care for them, much to everyone’s relief. Bucky has moved into the the zoo apartment, a space for the handlers to live in during times of emergency with the animals that they care for. It’s kind of nice having your boyfriend living and working at the zoo, it makes seeing him much easier even if he does have two cubs to take care of.

Both you and Noah get to feed the cubs, you do almost every day at work and it’s the best part. Although that ends one afternoon when Bucky blocks you from taking a claw to the chest from cub 2. Instead he gets cut up and you feel horrible.

“Doll I’m fine.” He promises that night when you’re out after dinner. You go on at least two dates a week, one with Noah and one without. You’re lucky Carol loves Noah so much.

“I wasn’t paying attention, if I had been paying attention you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” You tell him, your hand in his good one, his other arm in a sling.

“Two is a brat. Besides, I’ve had worse scratches.” You look at him in disbelief and he chuckles softly before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I promise, I’m okay.”

“At least come stay at our place tonight so I can make sure it gets taken care of.”

“You wanna play nurse for me?” Bucky flirts and you laugh.

“Excuse me, I’m a Doctor. Doctor Mom.” Bucky chuckles as a male voice behind you says your name. When you turn you’re surprised to see Dr. Strange standing there with an confused look on his face. “Dr. Strange, hello.”

“I’ve been meaning to call you but I see I’ve waited too long. I didn’t think that’d be a problem since you said you didn’t date much.” You feel Bucky tense.

“I don’t. You and I had a date, we didn’t date. There’s a difference.”

“What must Noah think.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky says politely, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You look up at him in surprise as he lets go of your hand and steps up close to Dr. Strange. “What she does and who she spends time with is her business. You disrespect her like that again and you’ll have me to deal with.”

“James.” You soothe as the two men stare at one another. Dr. Strange breaks first with a

“Whatever.” And an eye roll he turns and leaves.

“You didn’t need to do that.” You soothe, his muscles are still tense.

“I know, and I’m sorry I went all alpha male on you there. He’s just, he was such a dick.”

“Yea, do you see why I called him a pathetic attempt to get over you?” You ask once more slipping your hand into Bucky’s. He laughs softly.

“I still can’t believe we almost missed out on this because of a misunderstanding.”

“Thank god we didn’t.” You mutter and Bucky presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “How is the arm doing?” You ask changing the conversation and thankfully Bucky goes with it.

“Sweetheart I’m fine.” He says fondly down at you and you sigh softly.

“I just feel so bad.”

“You did nothing wrong. I promise.” He soothes again.

You make it back to your house before the rain starts, which is lucky because once it does it pours. Thunder shakes the room and Bucky groans softly when he moves to wrap an arm around you.

“Did the pain killers wear off?”

“I’m fine.”

“James, answer the question.”

“Yea.”

“I’ll go get you something. The doctor said over the counter was fine since you didn’t want any of the harder stuff.”

“Thank you Sweetheart.” He says and you press a swift kiss to his head before moving away from him and heading for your medicine cabinet. When you come back he’s got the remote in his hand, clicking through the channels until he finds something that looks interesting to both of you. You give him the meds and some water then join him back on the couch where you both fall asleep.

“Sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice is low and soft, “wake up for me Sweetheart. We need to go to bed and I can’t carry ya.” You trudge you the stairs in front of Bucky then the two of you fall asleep.

When you wake in the morning it’s to two male voices. One of them is Bucky, and the other belongs to Noah. You lay quietly and listen to them talk for a while. You think you’ve been busted when they pause for a minute or so before Noah sighs softly.

“Bucky?” He whispers loudly.

“Mm?”

“Do you love my mom?”

“Yea little man. I do.”

“Do you think you could love me too?”

“Of course I could Noah.” Bucky’s immediate assurance warms your heart.

“How do you know?”

“I already love you bud. You’re my best zoo pal, and you’ve already promised me you’d help me teach Steve and Peggy’s baby the lay of the land.”

“What does that mean?”

“We’ll teach the baby the rules.”

“Oh.” Noah is quiet again and just when you’re about to pretend to wake up he says, “I love you Bucky.” You feel tears prick at your eyes at Noah’s sentence but you’re saved once again. This time by Carol.

“Noah! Breakfast!” She calls up the stairs.

“Aw shoot. I was supposed to wake up mom.” Noah says but Bucky just chuckles.

“I got it little man. You head down before your waffles get cold.”

“Okay!” You feel Noah climb off of the bed and hear his feet scamper out of your room then down the hall.

“Hey Sweetheart. I know you’re awake.” You roll toward him and blink up at him, “how much did you hear?”

“From the part where you said you loved me.”

“I know it’s fast, but I do love you.”

“And Noah.”

“And Noah.” Bucky affirms.

“And I love you.” A wide grin breaks out on Bucky’s face before he presses his lips to yours.

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[shambali-sinner]

The Closet of Mirth, Part One

I know it has been a VERY long time since I updated this story, but I finally got a surge of muse and I’m going to be riding it as far as I can. This chapter goes way more in-depth with character development than I ever intended, but the characters always do what THEY want to, and I’m not letting myself get in the way of that! Max and Reader have a small fight, prepare to take their physical relationship to the next level, and talk about their past sexual experiences, all in the time between after-dinner “wine” and their nightly fuck-session! (Part Two of this chapter will include the fucking.) I hope you enjoy seeing a different side of Max!

Reminder that this story is DARK! Warnings for this chapter include mentions of sex work and gang-related execution by decapitation, as well as, well, a closet full of detachable robot penises! This chapter is not really safe for work, but does not contain any descriptions of sexual acts. As always with this particular story, Fem reader/pronouns.

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Maximilien leaned back into the velvet couch, swirling a glass of Glenwales while he waited for you to emerge from behind the dressing screen. He stared down into the supposedly aged oil distastefully. “One of the most expensive weights in the world, and it’s practically flavorless,” he complained. “Once that deal in Havana goes through, I’m adding an omnic libation division and designing my own blend. Nothing tastes better than a classic thirty-weight-ten, but none of these vintages can get the formula right, and I refuse to drink that plebeian swill from the corner markets.”

“If anyone can design the perfect luxury oil, it’s you, Max,” you replied, shimmying off your stockings and throwing them over the edge of the screen. You grabbed your silk robe from the other side and slipped into it, tying it loosely at your waist before approaching the edge of the divider and sliding a bare leg into the omnic’s view. “There’s not a person in the world with a better sense for the fine things in life.”

His eyelids lifted a little and he leaned forward at the sight, setting his glass to the side. “Is that your attempt at flattery, my little canary?”

You peeked around the corner, a curl of hair falling out of place and swinging down to frame your face. “That depends.”

“On what?” he smiled back.

You came fully around the corner. “Only if it’s working.”

Some of Maximilien’s joints clicked audibly as he took in the full sight of you. He knew the black silk would look delectable on your frame, shining in contrast to your soft, supple skin. He hadn’t expected you to look so downright ravishing in it. At its shortest it hit your mid thigh but split and dropped dramatically in the front, revealing your smooth, bare calves to him. The back of the robe dragged sensually along the floor behind you, while the sharp neckline barely covered your breasts. At his request, you’d left your lacy red bra and panties on underneath. The way the lock of hair had fallen against your cheek and the faint smudge of lipstick on your pout made you the perfect amount of dishevelled. You looked like a present made just for him, ready to unwrap from his signature colors. He sat there in shock, the only sound the faint whirring of his internal cooling fans.

You lifted your eyes to his gaze and he could see some uneasiness in them, a worry that you were inadequate since he hadn’t audibly reacted yet. Your face fell. “You hate it,” you said, dejected.

It took him another moment to recover. “Of course not, my dear. You simply stunned me, that’s all. Come sit with me. Sing to me, Canary.”

You visibly relaxed and sat next to him on the couch, tucking your legs under you and leaning an arm around his shoulders. Your hand combed slowly through your hair. “And what would you like to hear tonight?”

“Anything to keep my mind off this horrible Glenwales. I should just buy the company myself, you know. Rebrand it, perhaps.”

You chuckled. “Something classic, then. Perhaps an Ella Fitzgerald?”

He hummed affirmatively, closing his eyes and relaxing back as you began the low, sultry intro. You stroked his shirt lightly, fingers slowly climbing to the knot of his tie and gently loosening it. Once you had the top two buttons undone you started moving your hand down to palm him through his pants, but he moved suddenly and caught your wrist an inch above his belt.

Surprised, your voice caught in your throat. He turned his head to look at you. “I have a different idea for tonight, darling. I think you’re ready for it.”

“Ready . . . for what?” you asked hesitantly.

“Come along, my dear,” he said, standing and grabbing his glass, downing the rest of the oil in a single go. “We’re going to my room tonight.”

He took your hand and pulled you to your feet and out the door. The Big Omnic Butlers stood at attention. Maximilien motioned at one of them who then emitted a small bell tone. Your assigned servant came forward. “Good evening, sir. Ma’am,” the small valet omnic said, bowing to each of you in turn. “I expect everything has been to your liking this evening?”

You had learned the previous week that questions of this nature were directed solely at the master of the house while he was present, unless he expressly asked your opinion. He handed the glass to the valet. You remained silent. “See to it the room is put back to rights. We won’t be back in it tonight, but I have an early flight to Brazil  in the morning, so she’ll need to be escorted back for dressing after I leave.”

The small omnic bowed her head. “Yes, sir,” she said. You offered her a small smile and an encouraging hum. She straightened and disappeared into the room.

Maximilien motioned again to the two B.O.Bs, this time to follow behind as he led you to his room. They kept a protective distance, but it was far enough to still afford you some privacy.

“You’re going to Brazil tomorrow? Am I not coming along?” you asked.

“Not this time. I’m meeting with a regular contact about some funding for his tech company. Mundane, really. Besides, I think you’ve shown enough loyalty, I can give you a little longer of a leash now.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Brazil,” you pouted. “I’ve seen such beautiful pictures.”

“I’ll take you with me sooner than you think, I promise.”

“And how am I supposed to take a man like you at your word?”

“Carnival. I’ll take you for a vacation. That gives you a specific, measured time frame,” he negotiated.

“That’s nearly eight months away!” you protested.

“And by then, you’ll be trained enough to fend for yourself instead of needing bodyguards around every corner,” the omnic countered, stopping in the hall and turning to face you. “The only ones in my organization who know who you are, what you look like, are Adeyemi and Akande, and for a good reason. They are the only two I trust not to take advantage of you for leverage against me. You now have a target on your back for anyone who considers me an enemy, whether seemingly an ally or not. I’m not risking you among the people my associate in Brazil works for, or any of my other colleagues, for that matter, until you know how to avoid becoming collateral.”

You both stood quietly for a moment. You’d never seen him get so worked up. You opened your mouth to respond, but stopped yourself. Now was not the time to call him out on his emotions. Instead, you perked up artificially and playfully nudged him, trying to get the mood back. “Okay, Max, that’s fair. Carnival it is.”

The walk to his room continued, and soon was over. The B.O.Bs took their places standing guard outside the double doors while you and Maximilien slipped inside. There was still a bit of an awkward air hanging thick. It was only your second time being in the room, and the first time you would be sleeping in it. Most nights he would simply fuck you in your room and then come back to his own.

You tried to look around the room to find something to spark up the conversation again. Your eyes stole to the new bed against the wall. Custom-made, circular, and absolutely massive, you had never seen anything quite like it. The other time you had been in here the bed had been expensive and lavish, but standard and much smaller, with his energy modulator on a small table off to the side. Now the energy modulator was nowhere to be seen, while the table was on the other side of the room, near where Max was unfastening his belt.

“New bed?” you cocked an eyebrow at your partner as he shrugged off his sport coat and hung it.

“I figured our activities in this room would require something larger and more robust than what I was completing my rest cycle on previously,” he explained.

Oh. That explains it. It’s a sex bed, you thought to yourself. You inhaled deeply, intrigued as you went over and sat on the edge, running your hands over the blankets. You still had a question you would like to have answered. “Max, if you don’t mind my asking, where is your energy modulator? You can’t just go without it.”

He continued undressing and chuckled incredulously at the question. “You really want to know everything there is to know about omnics, don’t you? Very well. My battery charger is on a panel that slides out from the bedframe near the pillows. And since I can already anticipate your next question, no, I don’t need to go through a rest cycle every night. In fact, I could go a fortnight between full cycles, but I prefer to run one every night for diagnostic purposes. The same associate who performs my . . . less legal modifications monitors what you humans would call health. She knows at a second if I’m not operating at tip-top shape and need a hardware or software adjustment.”

“So your secret friend is a she!” you teased, crossing your legs and letting them slip through the silk fabric of the robe.

“Again with you calling my associates ‘friends,’” the omnic sighed, sliding open a drawer in the table and producing a small remote control. “Although I would suppose she is more so than most,” he mused. “Let’s leave her at ‘acquaintance,’ shall we? Anyway to answer the final question I know you’re burning to ask, if I am at low energy, I can charge myself enough for a full day in as little as fifteen minutes, but that’s only in a low-power emergency, and is unsustainable for more than three days. After that, I would malfunction.”

“Well, at least there’s no risk of that right now,” you said coyly. “I’m sure you’re ready and raring to go.”

He glanced back at you, unimpressed with your lack of subtlety, but couldn’t help a twinge of pride stirring inside him at your boldness. It was enough for your current garments to seem all too much in the way at present and he quickly turned his attention back to the remote.

“My dear, I know how much you enjoy the current appendage I wear between my legs, but--” He paused for dramatic effect, pressing a button on the remote which opened an entire panel of the wall. “Perhaps you’d like to try something different tonight.”

You gasped, rising from the bed and joining Maximilien by the newly opened closet. Shelf upon shelf glowed with blue ultraviolet light, showcasing an impressive assortment of omnic cocks of every shape and size. He let you take your time ogling them, counting them, feeling the surfaces and hefting them to feel the weights. Most were made of the same smooth, panelled metal his usual piece was, simply varying in length and girth. The next section contained silicone members with a variety of textures on the surface and tips. The final group were made of glass. Curiously, you looked back at him.

“For temperature play, if you like. We can try out whichever one you want for tonight, and when I get back from Brazil, we can spend time exploring to find your favorites out of my collection.”

“Do they all--”

“Yes, they all ejaculate from the store inside my body, which reminds me . . .” he cut you off, turning back into the drawer. “I have more flavors available for you to choose from.”

You weren’t paying too much attention. Your eyes had fallen on the largest piece on the shelf, which seemed to both have the girth of a soda can and be the length of your forearm.

Maximilien followed your gaze. “Ah yes, that is one I have yet to get to with any partner. Up until now most of my sexual encounters have been one-night stands, and as you can probably tell, it takes a lot of training to be able to take that size. If you like it, we can probably get there someday.”

You were overwhelmed by all the choices available to you. You’d only had two different cocks inside you before. How were you supposed to tell what you might like? No way to know unless you try, you reminded yourself. You’re going to end up trying all of them eventually. Taking a deep breath, you turned to the standard metal pieces and selected one that looked noticeably longer than what you were used to with Maximilien.

“Nine inches is an excellent choice for our first experiment,” he praised, taking it from you and turning around to finish readying himself. “Go ahead and select a bottle from the drawer.”

Peering inside, you noticed about ten different flavors available to you, including the standard strawberry in a pink bottle. Next to it was a soft orange color, followed by a much more vibrant orange. You rolled the lighter-toned bottle between your fingers before nodding determinedly. “I would like to try peach flavor tonight,” you announced, setting it atop of the table while your partner placed his everyday eight-inch member on an empty shelf space. Something about his previous comments unsettled you.

He noticed your slightly concerned look. “There is nothing to worry about, my dear. The light sterilizes every piece completely, and you know how I dislike physical contaminants, so each is washed thoroughly once a week. I promise there is no danger to you.”

“It’s not that,” you bit your lip.

“Then what is it, my dear?”

You paused, unsure if the question would anger him, but ultimately decided you had to know. “You talk about them as if you use them regularly. How much use have these seen? H-how many sexual partners have you had before me?” you stuttered.

For a moment Max didn’t respond. He was confused at why that should matter. He bought you; surely you understood what that meant to him. But as he considered your uneasy features, a thought struck him that hadn’t before. Perhaps monogamy and its connotations were more emotionally important to common human females who weren’t in the business of selling their bodies to strangers. He wanted this arrangement to work between the two of you, and he thought the display of the bed would be enough to show that. But clearly the presentation of the closet full of devices to take your sexual relationship to the next level had jarred you away from thinking rationally. Or at least his own obvious show of considerable prior experience with them had. How curiously the human brain worked! He would just have to answer your questions and then express it to you in words.

“We have been together for two months now. In that time I have not engaged in sexual intercourse with anyone but you,” he began. “Before I obtained you, I would regularly travel with at least three of these pieces, in addition to my everyday appliance. I had made a habit of spending evenings off while away on business with various prostitutes in my bed, both human and omnic, mostly female and occasionally male. Sometimes I would seduce someone at a bar for what you humans call a one-night stand, and on occasion I have seduced patrons of my own casino. There are many partners I have seen multiple times, often calling on them while in their city on business. Sexual encounters for me occurred about twice a week. I have had a total of 27 partners before you. You are my 28th.”

You opened your mouth to say something, face having grown red with either anger or embarrassment. You couldn’t tell which.

Maximilien lifted a hand to silence you. After six years working as a servant, calming yourself at the gesture was involuntary and automatic. In this context, you hated it. But instead of allowing your anger to flare again, you took a deep breath and decided to hear him out.

He continued. “In all my years of existence, I’ve never committed to any single person. I’ve lived my life as a perpetual bachelor, never desiring monogamy -- until I met you. In the past two months I have made every effort to emulate a human relationship as best I can. You are my 28th sexual partner, but my first life partner. I must confess this is completely new territory for me, darling. I’d never shared a bed overnight with anyone until that first night we had together in Paris. I was hoping this new bed I had made for the two of us would express to you my efforts in making this arrangement into a relationship. But I suppose I must be more direct with my communication to that effect in the future?”

You didn’t reply.

“I can assure you, my dear, none of the objects in that closet hold any emotional value for me, nor do they represent attachments to previous sexual partners. They are tools only, and ones that are now free for you to use as you desire.”

You bit your lip. Holy fuck. I think I’m in love.

You took another deep breath. “Since you shared your sexual history with me, it is only fair I share mine. When I was nineteen, I began dating a shopkeeper near Antonio’s manor. I would often go to fetch ingredients for the cook, and over time the young man and I formed a connection. For my twentieth birthday, I gave him my virginity. We dated steadily for several months, until the day I found out he had broken into my parents’ shop and stolen several valuables. He had cheaply used me for information so he could make a quick stack.”

“How did you find out it was him?” the omnic asked.

“Since my family’s business was under Antonio’s protection, his men investigated the robbery and determined the culprit. I found out when Antonio himself brought me the shopkeep’s head to throw into the canal. No one betrays me and gets away with it.”

Maximilien’s eyes blazed. “Adeyemi is right about you. You will make an excellent assassin. But I do hope you realize the more you tell me about the late Mister Bartalotti, the more apparent to me it is that he was preparing you to become . . . his.”

You looked down. “That was the first incident where he showed me special treatment like that,” you confessed. After a moment you met the omnic’s gaze again. “I’m much happier living here, with you, than I ever was in Venice, even working in my family’s shop as a child. Thank you, Max.”

“Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that, Canary.” He reached and covered your hand with his own. “My internal clock is telling me it’s getting late, and I do have that flight to Brazil early in the morning.”

You rubbed your free hand over the back of his, a coy smile spreading across your face. “Then let’s not waste any more of our precious time talking . . .” you leaned down and kissed one of his gold rings, then looked up into his eyes through thick lashes. “ . . . Sir.”

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how are you here | alarkling

baghra comes back after ravka has found peace and aleksander and alina are happily married

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Aleksander's P.O.V

Aleksander was sitting in the garden, a scrawled journal open on his lap and one arm loosely draped around Alina's waist, when a flicker caught his attention. His eyes lifted suspiciously, trailing his surroundings with a silent intensity, grip tightening around Alina on instinct. She noticed his shift immediately, at this point she was frighteningly perceptive at reading the smallest tells of his emotions and reactions. Still the apt pupil. "What is it, Aleks?" she murmured, not looking up from her book as she reached for his hand, gently winding her fingers through his. The gesture sent a thrum of such loving content through him his suspicion dissipated like forgotten dust in the wind. He tugged her even closer, lips pressing against her warm temple and lingering against her smooth skin. She stilled, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment. Her porcelain cheeks were framed by white, silvery wisps of hair, her lashes long and darker than usual with the help of something Genya had applied earlier.

She was so beautiful, so utterly captivating, it never ceased to take Aleksander's breath away, the fact that she had chosen him.

He didn't deserve to be so lucky.

"I love you, solnishka," he murmured, breathing in the heady scent of her, savoring it as it settled on his tongue.

A teasing grin pulled at the corner of her perfect mouth. "I guess I like you a little."

Despite himself, he rolled his eyes.

The former peaceful silence settled between them again, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the warm summer breeze and the melodic chirp of birds. Brittle pages rustled between fingertips and leather binding.

Not a minute passed before he saw the black hazy shape reappear out of the corner of his eye. He felt his muscles coil, thoughts of denial immediate.

No.

It couldn't be.

"I'll be right back, Alina," he murmured impassively, his voice perfectly controlled despite the fact that he felt as if he could very easily pass out right then and there. Alina hummed mildly in acknowledgement, her legs curling up to rest on the bench as Aleksander stood up, striding down the garden path towards where he had seen the hazy figure. To his dismay, his hands were trembling at his sides, his heart thrumming painfully fast against his ribs.

His steps quickened as he turned the corner.

Immediately, he froze.

A woman was standing before him, cloaked in dark garments, her sharp eyes restored and just as disapproving as they had been before he had taken them from her.

"Madraya?"

He couldn't keep the waver from the word. Suddenly he was nothing but a little boy again, scared of himself and the world, the only comfort his mother and the shadows.

Baghra moved towards him with stiff steps though she was noticeably lacking her usual cane, offering no signs of warmth or joy at the sight of him as she approached. He had never felt smaller as she stopped directly in front of him, regarding him with cold, judging eyes. "It seems you have finally achieved what you worked for all of these years, my son. Or should I be calling you king of Ravka instead, boy?"

He shook his head slightly, his thoughts whirling and twisting wildly in his mind. What was this, was he hallucinating? Had he finally gone mad?

"How are you here right now," he finally asked, his voice back to cool and collected. He thanked the saints for his skill at controlling his emotion in this moment, for inside he was screaming and crying and begging to embrace her, to tell her that he was sorry and how much he had missed her over the past several years.

Four years without her had felt like an eternity even when compared to the centuries he had spent by her side.

"You know there are doors between the world of the living and the dead, Aleksander, you just have to search for them," she waved in dismissal of his implied incompetence, "Furthermore, that is not what I am speaking of. Tell me, how many did you have to kill to secure the throne?"

He swallowed hard, attempting to even out his erratic breathing. "It is not the same anymore, mother, Alina helped me see the flaws in my ways. We.. we are married, we have a child. I do not seek unlimited power like I once did, I am at peace with this world now."

Baghra stared at him with harrowing suspicion, eyes narrowed and lips turned into a grim frown. "You married the girl," she affirmed, pausing before adding a gravelled, "And you have a child of your own." He nodded, shooing away the hopeful thought of her approval.

All these years, and he still cared about what she thought of him.

That's love, you idiot, she's your mom after all, Alina's voice chided him in playful reminder.

The soft caress of her voice helped in calming him, his muscles slowly relaxing of their unbearable tension.

"I know..." he trailed off for a moment, unable to find words. "I know I have hurt you, I have hurt the world, I hurt the woman I love, I hurt my own people, but I can tell you now with great certainty that I am a better man. You made me ambitious, but it was I who didn't know when to stop, what lines to abstain from crossing. I know that you gave up on me in the end. But I have found myself again, I'm your son that you once loved and that I hope you will love again beyond this realm. I hope that you will forgive me one day, and that... you'll be proud of me." His voice cracked over the last handful of words, he hadn't realized how profoundly he meant them until they had left his lips.

It was the first time he had ever seen his mother look even remotely stunned.

She blinked slowly, murmuring something unintelligible, almost like a prayer. His breath hitched as she reached out, taking his hands in hers. A long moment of silence ensued, Aleksander could feel his heart beating in his throat with painful intensity.

Finally, she spoke.

"I have not heard you ask for forgiveness for anything in centuries, not since you were just my little Sasha," she uttered almost mournfully, her grip tightening around his, "I always forgave you, Aleksander, my love for you has transcended every horrible thing you did, but I realized it never was enough, it was never going to be enough. I knew I couldn't save you, though it seems you found someone who has. And I might say that I approve of that someone, even if she doesn't seem to possess a single ounce of discipline in the entirety of her sickly little body."

A smile, bright and genuine, graced his lips.

"You might be right about that, mother, but regardless, she was still everything that I needed. She has made me into the man that I hope you will be proud of again someday."

For the first time in maybe his whole life, his mother smiled back at him.

"I am proud of you Aleksander. This.. you have brought me peace."

Hearing her finally say the words after centuries of praying to imaginary saints made an ache build in his throat. He swallowed it down hastily before whispering, "Thank you."

The warm expression faded almost immediately from her features, her usual, perpetual frown quickly reappearing. "I must be going now."

He hated the instinctive wilt of his body, the pleading tone his voice took on. "Mother, just.. at least come with me over to Alina, come see our child, our family."

She shook her head, her eyes ancient and haunted with secrets of the living and the dead. "My time is up here, I must go back." Her palm grazed his cheek, light but firm. He bit down a protest threatening at his lips, merely nodding and leaning into her touch.

Two ancient beings stood together, mother and son once more.

"I love you, Aleksander."

"I love you too, madraya."

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Allison Ireland on Neuroweapons used on Innocent American Civilians - V2K

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Allison Ireland on Neuroweapons used on Innocent American Civilians - V2K

Dangerous neuro technology is being used to hack, control and torture innocent people around the world.

This is a factual statement you probably or may not believe this right now, but my hope is by the conclusion of this lecture in this evening you might be more convinced. I want you to imagine a world where people sit behind computers with security clearance and listen to your most personal thoughts, spy in your most private moments and actually control your mind and body.

This is not science fiction.

This is reality.

We would like to talk to you tonight about a program, a program of gaslighting where the aim is to discredit the target, make them look crazy and have them even question their own sanity. All free of fingerprints and sets a perfect plausible deniability for the perpetrators committing this crime.

Dr. Robert Duncan is going to talk to you factually about the technology and the possible intent of this program. I would also like to give my personal testimony to discuss the neural ethical implications of this horror, that crime and the human rights violations and discuss possible solutions that we can all implement together like neuro ethical human rights legislation. I’m not going to pretend to be any type of expert on this technology, this is why I’ve asked Duncan to present to you today, but like all the other victims hundreds to thousands around the world we have a story to tell many of you.

Invited tonight our neuro scientists, engineers, professors, students, technical local technology schools, the area as well as human rights groups and local Congress. Our hope is that you will find this information relevant, believable and help us to find solutions. You need to know that not only could this technology be used to drug, rape, torture innocent civilians around the world, it is being used to do so when it has possibly been used for decades.

I, Alison Amy Ireland, solemnly affirm that by all that is sacred and righteous that my testimony is given free without coercion and that this is the whole truth, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

I’m a 38-year-old businesswoman in medical sales and a mother of three small children.

On October, 2015, I began being harassed with something that is referred to as psychotronic microwave auditory hearing effect, silent sound which bypasses the ears v2k voices scholars synthetic telepathy, since then they have stolen the past three and a half years of my life. It started overnight, people talking in my head sometimes as loud as someone in the room next to me. They use standard scripts to traumatize and document response. In the very beginning they kept me up for days on end not eating, not sleeping, screaming the most horrible disgusting things you can even imagine, all day long, 24/7.

They would keep me up, they would sexually harass me, belittle me, stripping me my dignity as a woman. All of us experiencing this and I’ve spoken with dozens, possibly hundreds here exactly the same things repeated to us. We hear our voices, our thoughts repeated back. We hear voices of others responding to our thoughts, we hear them narrating what we’re doing throughout the day.

We literally do not have a private thought in our head or a private moment with our families. I want it to be on the record that I do not take any drugs – recreational or pharmaceutical and I have no history of mental illness or depression. Sometimes I have asked something that I don’t know the answer to, they will respond and I will look it up and I will find that the answer is correct, not only do they repeat what I say in my head but they will add colorful adjectives and edit my thoughts at times like Ewen Cameron developed back in the 50s.

I am subjected to automated messages psychic driving technique repeated over and over again on a loop. I know often it is AI in my head but I also sometimes feel like I hear actual people talking as well they use scripts to deceive and control sometimes, they will play music recite riddles. Sometimes you hear things as trivial as discussions on what they are ordering for lunch or how long their shift is, this is something I have personally been experiencing for three and a half years.

On January 2, in January 2016, on January 13th on my 35th birthday I was drugged for the first time with what I now believed to be a bio frequency used to generate a drugged state for almost a full year (nine months). I was drugged every other day. I’d go one day feeling completely normal organically like myself and then the next day like I ate a sheet of acid, this went on and off for nine months – one day on, one day off. One day on, one day off, then it just stopped completely. I was totally back to normal again with an exception for three very specific times when I was drugged remotely like a Pavlovian dog. When I tried to do something to raise awareness of what was happening, when I went to the FBI or when I organized a conference for victims to come together to figure out what was happening and figure out what we could all do together this is not how paranoid schizophrenia or any type of mental illness works. I have learned that MIT – the home of the US Army super soldier has developed such a drug delivery system. luckily I experimented with LSD in college only about four to five times, not enough according to medical experts for a flashback, but at least I know knew what I was feeling was a simulation of being on a hallucinogenic and that I was not insane. You want to tell your children just say no to drugs but then again, I feel like maybe they should experiment in college in case they get drugged remotely by the government or whoever does this to people. So, they don’t end up in a mental hospital. The rest of this is gonna sound crazy and I promise if it did not happen to me personally I would not believe a word of it, but I have also seen a hologram of a cartoon character in my room and I was raped once, was something that rocked her – Duncan refers to as no touch simulated rape through EEG heterodyning where you feel as though you were being sexually assaulted for trauma-based mind control, but no one is in the room with you.

Some victims are raped by this technology daily all day, these are all identical experiences that I have heard by countless other victims. I have also had what I believe to be manipulated dreams. I was told that it takes 90 minutes to fall into REM sleep, those of us on this cybernetic hivemind program will fall asleep and wake up, fall asleep within five seconds having a very vivid dream that seems like you’re watching a movie, either seeing things like being attacked by a bald eagle or looking in the mirror my eye becomes a camera lens or I pull a chip out of my nose that says USA or they show me such horrific things of my own family that literally makes me cry for weeks and makes me thank God that I am aware of what is happening and I know in my heart that is not my own subconscious and that I could never create something so horrific in my own mind.

Recently within the past year I have also been tortured with what I believe to be emotional manipulation. This has just been happening to me within the past year. Organically I made very happy up the outgoing person I normally just go on with my day then all of a sudden like somebody is literally turning on and off a light switch I start to scream and cry and shake uncontrollably while simultaneously the voices call repeats in my head “kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself” It lasts for about an hour and it feels and then some feels like somebody is literally just turning it off and I snapped back to normal when.

I asked why are you doing this, the beat UK voice in my head says we want you to know what they have been doing to people remotely for decades, the schmeared off-patent used by the CIA with subliminal in the 50s, using subliminal messaging to broadcast rage, fear and manipulate human behavior. As I mentioned I am NOT going to make any claims about this technology, whether I’m implanted with chips whether it’s smart dust nanotechnology or frequency done remotely. I will leave that to the experts. I just want to share my experience and the parallel experience of so many others around the world and talk about what we can all do about it together. A few other things that may or may not be relevant. I have been told that I might have been victimized by this technology, as nonsensical as it is because of my career in medical sales. I was with American Medical Systems who was then acquired by Boston Scientific when this first started happening selling neurologic with a neurologic implant I lost a really good job due to the attacks of being drugged every other day for nine months and having my performance suffer.

I struggled since then to get back on track professionally, hopping around to a few different companies. I have somehow been able to, though remain gainfully employed struggling every day to work through whatever I am going through, provide for my family and raise my three small children and in my limited free time do what I can to expose these crimes. I currently work for a company allergen pharmaceuticals selling Botox for overactive bladder, again in urology with a neurology, but Allegan does work in neurology and I have and has mental health medication, sales mental health medication as well, maybe this is relevant maybe it isn’t, but as a mind-control victim I question everything in my life, since many mentoring candidate victims are mind-control to believe that big pharma is doing it to them.

I’ve been told that my employment could have something to do with it, maybe I’m being set up. I do believe that the company I work for now does not realize that they may be profiting off victims of this technology and I’d like to find a way to credibly raise awareness someday with my employer. I believe every day I am helping people personally improve their quality of life with therapeutic Botox. So at this time I do not see an issue personally with my profession. I’ve also been told that I could be in this program because of my identical twin daughters or my Jewish lineage Josef Mengele and other World War two scientists did experiment on multiples. This was one of the first questions in the symptom survey. Bill Binney and Kirk Wiebe, some NSA whistleblowers that are helping us conducted back in 2017 are you a multiple paternal identical. I do believe this is relevant many people also believe that this illuminati or freemason association supposedly there has some connection with a monarch mind control style torture. They do Nazi Germany and this Illuminati group honestly I and I do think that many victims and perpetrators committing these crime actually do buy into this stuff, but honestly I think that it is irrelevant whatever excuse or justification people are making to torture other people, is irrelevant the point is that people are torturing other people with technology. They are remotely drugging, raping, torturing and murdering this is like Nazi Germany you know they were actually able to get neighbors to torture other neighbors, you know this is covert and done remotely but you know history does have a tendency to repeat itself. So, I think honestly the most important thing that we do right now is expose what is happening and try together to find solutions and establish neuro ethical legislation to protect our brains from being hacked. The first psychiatrist I ever went, she was named Wendy Olsen Mauro – The Hitchcock clinic in Hudson, New Hampshire’s. she set me on the right track, she said you do not have any mental illness.

Do you know anybody that works for the government? This was before I learned about this phenomenon and I thought this was such a strange bizarre question I saw her twice January 26 2016 and in February 24th 2016. I then got a bizarre phone call that she had died and I needed to see someone else. They sent me to another psychiatrist who has been pushing a medication that is actually made by the company I work for now, then I learned that the sales rep for the specific medication now has the job that I had when I first started getting tortured by this technology selling urologic implants at Boston Scientific, the year that I lost my job when I was drugged. Maybe this is all complete coincidence, but I felt like it was bizarre enough to mention and you know sometimes I do wonder if we are moved around like chess pieces for some sort of game that we don’t understand, also working and organizing and strategizing with this group of victims can be sat challenging for us all in itself.

This group of victims trying to organize and fight back, you know I believe we are mind-controlled not to trust each other so we don’t unite and work together. I’ve actually been told that my voice was used in the heads of others telling them that I for some reason am the one that is doing this to them. There is power in numbers especially in groups that are organized and productive. So, I believe that to keep us from being productive and fighting back they mind-control us to fight with each other or worse think that you know we’re doing this to each other.

I’m sure they are also hired infiltration to keep things unproductive as well. The point is that we need your help outside of this community of victims. It is important for anyone watching this to know that this event was not sponsored by a company or organization. It was sponsored entirely financed by the hard-earned money of a woman who was working to struggle through what she’s experiencing and finding a way to expose what is happening for her and her family and thousands of others around the world. The truth is I personally have no idea why I was targeted for this crime, maybe it is just a random cross-section of the population for experimentation.

I am an innocent hard-working taxpaying American who has committed no crimes. I was not an activist prior to being harassed by this technology. I know no one that works for the government and I have no enemies that I can think of. I had no reason to make this up and I want nothing more than to expose what they are doing to protect my children and to make a better tomorrow for everyone. My small children have also experienced this voice to skull technology specifically my son – aged seven.

This is documented at the pediatrician, when he was three, he came to me and my husband and said I hear a voice talking in my head “It said not to look mommy, but I didn’t listen because I love you. Two, three other times since then he has also come to me saying mommy they’re doing it to me again, they’re talking in my head. Per the advice of other victims I’ve gotten scanned by a private investigator named Melinda kidder at Columbia investigations in Columbia Missouri, she is the leading private investigator regarding these matters. Scans indicate elevated EMF frequency emissions coming from specific registered to academic institutions government agencies companies hired by government agencies, public broadcast stations, educational broadband services providers, broadband internet providers for collaborative research.

Many of us who have also gotten this scan have shown frequencies registers the same academic institutions, agencies and companies who could possibly be defendants in it. Supporter class-action possibly someday. I live in New Hampshire but the frequencies are registered to institutions and companies all over the United States and the victims of this growing crime are all over the world. I believe this is what was used to torture me with psychotronic sound and a bio frequency simulation to generate a drugged state by a remote signaling device, whether reliable evidence or not. A toxicologist named held a grand standing of Integrative Health Solutions also gave me a skin patched in hair follicle test that revealed evidence that I was being harassed by nanotechnology. My husband and my friends can all support my claim, the most important thing to me is to expose this to protect my family and victims worldwide. I’m sure you were also familiar with the recent story of the cute American diplomats in Cuba suffering the hearing loss from the sonic attacks.

My four-year-old daughter was born with something called auditory neuropathy. I believe there is a chance this also might be related. she was born with this crippling hearing loss right before I started getting tortured with this technology. I found clinical articles that show how low wave frequencies like the ones being admitted from me can damage the hair and the inner ear causing this type of hearing loss. She is crippled for life and forced to wear bilateral hearing aids. The Hoffer report on the diplomats did suggest that 30 to 40 percent of the diplomats did experience permanent hearing loss as well. I hired another investigator who has been able to dig further into the Federal Communications Commission database for frequencies found on me and I’ve also been able to obtain a full comprehensive list of companies and institutions, not only the companies and institutions but specific names, phone numbers and addresses of these individuals licensed to these frequencies. I have reached out to each and every one of them. I’ve done everything that I can possibly think of up to this point. I have been to the FBI, the State Police, the local police.

I went back to the FBI recently and this time instead of getting drugged like I was the first time, they actually did open an investigation for me and gave me a case number. I have emailed, called and sent certified letters to over a hundred civil rights class actions, personal jury, lawyers, but for whatever bizarre reason I have not been able to obtain anyone I have contacted, emailed or gone in person ACLU fusion center, DARPA and also desperately trying to get a meeting with my local Congress.

Most importantly my story is not unique and is trivial compared to the atrocities of so many others around the world by this remote technology. This is a silent crime as I said incomplete plausible deniability, the assailants, the victims are gaslighted mean to appear mentally ill. These crimes against humanity are so horrific and I feel these are the biggest threat that our society faces today. What we need is to raise public awareness, overall awareness and discuss neuro ethical human rights, legislation that we can implement to protect our minds from these attacks.

Please pay attention also when Duncan covers Project Blue Beam. This is the rumor you know and this is again conspiracy theory was supposedly leaked by NASA some sort of staged apocalyptic alien invasion, religious rapture using this technology. You know we know victims of this technology. The technology in place, subliminal mind-control voices in your head, holograms, a frequency that makes you feel like you’re on LSD, making you more susceptible as a subliminal mind control. So, all these tools in their tool bag. Right so this is of course a conspiracy you know but knowing that this technology exists, you know what if we were the guinea pigs, the pilot program. Before this is rolled out on the general public. I’m hoping obviously this is just a conspiracy theory, but literally knowing about this technology and what’s happening to people could literally save your life. what boggles my mind and obviously the minds of others is if the technology does exist. Right for people’s brains to be hacked remotely, why is there still crime? why does it seem that this technology is being used to torture innocent people driving them to homicide or suicide?

You know I want you to if you aren’t familiar look up the stories of people like Myron May, Aaron Alexis all of these mass shooters. Where it comes out after that, they had voices in their head that led them to do it. All of the suicides of the victims of this technology. The only conclusion I can think of as to ranged as the scenes is that maybe they want things to get as bad. So bad that we all accept 1984 Minority Report future without a private thought in her head or a private moment in our families, you know as a welcome order from the chaos that they might create hopefully again conspiracy theory today, we have invited 5,000 professors, students local human rights groups, bioethics groups, mental health professionals, local Congress in the general public, the ad in the globe.

It’s a circulation of 225 thousand. Myself as well as other volunteers have been being remotely tortured, have been tirelessly sending emails, handing out fliers, putting up billboards, organizing events like this. I have participated in dozens of symptom surveys and affidavit collection endeavors. Bill Binney and Kirk Wiebe and I say whistleblowers helped us collect data in 2017 in a symptom survey that we need help analyzing this data. These admirable whistleblowers along with Robert Duncan and many others are helping us expose these crimes, but we need more outside help we have all this data collected and we need experts like yourself to help us organize it and prevent it. Present it in a professional way, I’m also handing out a document that outlines an amazing neural ethical specific neuro specific Human Rights proposal by Dr. Marcelo ANCA and Dr. Roberto and Nardo. Obviously, I’m sure that these are probably all things discussions that you were having already in your neuro ethics and bioethics classes, but it’s important for you to hear our stories, hear our side, the testimonies of the victims.

The fact that you are here today is a step in the right direction, knowing that we have no cognitive Liberty, knowing that anyone anywhere can access, share, manipulate what’s in your brain at any time or worse torture you remotely is not okay. We are not Lab Rats. We are people who should have the right to cognitive Liberty, mental privacy, mental integrity, psychological continuity. So everyone around the world we need your help students of MIT professors and others watching future neuro scientists and engineers human rights groups in Congress. Please help us make tomorrow more bioethical than today.

Please if you’d like to get involved networking, correspond I will provide my personal email and cell phone to anyone. Dr. Robert Duncan has also said that he would provide his contact information, let’s work together, let’s figure out how we can help make things better tomorrow for our children.

That’s all I want to say.

Thank you

Allison Ireland on Neuroweapons – Targeted Individuals – Innocent American Civilians

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This video is to inform the public of electronic harassment, electromagnetic torture or psychotronic torture. Also know as gang stalking. The experiences of people who describe themselves as undergoing electronic harassment using esoteric technology, and who call themselves “Targeted Individuals” (“T.I.”) vary, but include hearing voices in their heads calling them by name, often mocking them or others around them (voice to skull – frey effect) as well as physical sensations like burning. They have also described being under physical surveillance by one or more people. Many of these people act and function otherwise normally and included among them are people who are successful in their careers and lives otherwise, and who find these experiences confusing, upsetting, and sometimes shameful, but entirely real. Their are news stories, military journals and declassified national security documents to support these allegations. The New York Times estimated that there are more than 10,000 people who self-identify as targeted individuals in the US alone.

Press accounts have documented individuals who apparently believed they were victims of electronic harassment, and in some cases persuaded courts to agree. In 2008, James Walbert went to court claiming that his former business associate had threatened him with “jolts of radiation” after a disagreement, and later claimed feeling symptoms such as electric shock sensations, and hearing generated tones and other strange sounds in his ears. The court decided to issue an order banning “electronic means” to further harass Walbert.

Here is a list of patents:

Apparatus and method for remotely monitoring and altering brain waves – US Patent 3951134 Apparatus for and method of sensing brain waves at a position remote from a subject whereby electromagnetic signals of different frequencies are simultaneously transmitted to the brain of the subject in which the signals interfere with one another to yield a waveform which is modulated by the subject’s brain waves. The interference waveform which is representative of the brain wave activity is re-transmitted by the brain to a receiver where it is demodulated and amplified. The demodulated waveform is then displayed for visual viewing and routed to a computer for further processing and analysis. The demodulated waveform also can be used to produce a compensating signal which is transmitted back to the brain to effect a desired change in electrical activity therein.

https://www.google.ca/patents/US3951134

Apparatus for audibly communicating speech using the radio frequency hearing effect – US Patent 6587729 B2 A modulation process with a fully suppressed carrier and input preprocessor filtering to produce an encoded output; for amplitude modulation (AM) and audio speech preprocessor filtering, intelligible subjective sound is produced when the encoded signal is demodulated using the RF Hearing Effect. Suitable forms of carrier suppressed modulation include single sideband (SSB) and carrier suppressed amplitude modulation (CSAM), with both sidebands present.

https://www.google.com/patents/US6587729

Videos

Allison Ireland on Neuroweapons – Targeted Individuals – Innocent American Civilians – V2K

Dr Robert Duncan MIT Presentation Preview Neuroweapons American Civilians Targeted Individuals

Articles

Dr Robert Duncan http://drrobertduncan.com/index.html

International Center For Abuse Against Covert Technologies http://icaact.org/

The Global Neuroethics Conference 2019: Neuro-Specific Human Rights Bill Proposal – Targeted Individuals The Global Neuroethics Conference 2019: Neuro-Specific Human Rights Bill Proposal – Targeted Individuals

WordPress.com #targetedindividuals https://en.wordpress.com/tag/targeted-individuals/

Twitter.com #targetedindividuals https://twitter.com/hashtag/targetedindividuals?lang=en

Twitter.com #Neuroweapons https://twitter.com/hashtag/Neuroweapons?src=hash

William Shatner Exposes Voice of God Weapons on The History Channel – Targeted Individuals

[ernnst]

i can hear the bells ernst has anxiety about talking to hanschen, but he also has an encouraging group of friends (who don't mind their own business) 

a follow-up to @hanschhen‘s fic here! this can also be found here! and yes this is a shameless repost since tumblr decided not to put this in the tags last time!

In five days, it will have been exactly one month since Ernst last spoke to Hanschen.

More specifically, it will have been exactly one month since Hanschen had kissed Ernst while he was over studying at Hanschen’s house, exactly one month since Ernst had confessed his love for Hanschen by shouting in his face like a madman, and exactly one month since Ernst had gathered his things in a flustered state and gone home suddenly, unsure of what to make of the events of the evening.

Ernst went to school the day after and told all his friends, avoiding Hanschen’s gaze from across the cafeteria and for the first time in his life feeling grateful that they didn’t share any classes together, because… well, he didn’t really know. He should have been happy that his friend that he’d had a crush on for the past two years reciprocated his feelings—and he was happy—but now that they had actually started something, Ernst didn’t know what to do about it.

He felt flustered and embarrassed whenever he saw Hanschen in the hall at school, he felt hot when he saw him at church, and when he thought about him—his soft words, his soft lips, and his hand on his waist sneaking lower every second—Ernst was sure he would faint. He was terrified of screwing it all up before they even got anywhere, and therefore the solution was to… avoid Hanschen at all costs for the rest of time? Awesome!

It wasn’t even as though Hanschen hadn’t tried to speak to him; Ernst was just practically structuring his whole day around avoiding the confrontation. After around the second week since they’d kissed (thirteen days after, to be exact), Hanschen stopped trying to get his attention at school, and the most interaction that they’d had with one another was extremely fleeting eye contact as their parents spoke to one another after Sunday morning service.

At this point, he was certain that he had utterly destroyed his chances with Hanschen in a romantic sense as well as completely forfeited their friendship due to his own incomprehensible anxiety surrounding what everything between them meant, and now that the school year was over and he no longer had the excuse of going to Hanschen’s house to study, they were certainly never going to speak again. Great!

“Ernst, are you good?”

Ernst looked up from where he had been staring blankly ahead for who knows how many minutes to see Melchior, who was cleaning up the snacks from their D&D session that had just ended a half hour ago. He looked like he knew the answer and the reason, but he was always surprisingly delicate about these things.

“Oh—yes, I’m fine, thank you. It’s just—”

“Hanschen?”

Okay, he wasn’t that delicate—but he’d also been trying to convince Ernst to just talk to him for the past month, so Ernst guessed that he was probably long past the point of beating around the bush, if he had ever been the type of person to do such a thing to begin with. In any case, Ernst nodded affirmatively, then looked over to the couch where Georg and Otto had been trying to wrestle the TV remote away from Moritz to see that all three of them had stopped to look at him when Melchior mentioned Hanschen.

“Are you gonna talk to him?” Otto asked.

“I—”

“No excuses.” Melchior shook a bag of pretzels at him threateningly before he rolled it closed. “You both like each other, dude; what are you so worried will happen?”

“Something going horribly, horribly wrong? Eternal shame and embarrassment?” Moritz answered for him and used the distraction of the conversation to wiggle free from Georg and Otto’s grips. He stumbled away from the couch as he did, then folded one arm across his chest once he got his footing.

Ernst pointed to Moritz and nodded. He gets it! “See! Moritz knows—”

“But, for the record,” Moritz continued, waving the remote around on each syllable for emphasis, “I don’t think anything will go horribly wrong. I just, uh, know how he feels.”

Georg opened his mouth to offer his opinion, but Ernst timidly held up a hand to stop him as if to say please, give me one second. “It’s too late for me to talk to him, anyways. I waited because I didn’t know what to do, and now it’s been a month and I haven’t said more than five words to him since then, so there’s no way that he doesn’t hate me by now.” He sighed dramatically, covering his face with both hands.

When he peeked through his fingers, he saw Melchior roll his eyes. “Come on, Ernst. You’re forgetting that I’ve actually talked to Hanschen since then. I can’t have one conversation with that dude without him asking about you.”

Really? Ernst didn’t want to show it too much, but that did make him feel a little better. “But...what would I even say to him? And how?”

“Hanschen, I’m in love with you, do you want to make out?” Otto suggested, and Georg and Melchior nodded in endorsement. Moritz cringed, but he didn’t offer any better ideas.

“Ernst, you’re missing a major opportunity here,” Georg cut in finally, making an insistent gesture with his hands as if the next thing he was going to say should be obvious to everyone in the room. When no one finished his thought for him, he rolled his eyes and elaborated, “You’re the only one of us here other than Melchior that actually has a shot at getting laid. I will never forgive you if you don’t follow through with this.”

Ernst cringed and gave him a dubious look. “I don’t think that’s really appropriate…” he mumbled, but blushed at the idea anyway. It wasn’t like he had never considered that; in fact, the past month was an absolute nightmare for Ernst’s active imagination and delicate sensibilities. He wanted to run his fingers through Hanschen’s hair again, taste his lips again—get it together, Ernst! All your friends are here, dummy. You can’t think about Hanschen’s tongue right now, thank you!

“I think...that you should go talk to him right now.” Moritz said suddenly, causing Ernst to jump when he realized that Moritz had sat down beside him on the floor while he was busy thinking about Hanschen.

“Right now?” Ernst reached forward to the coffee table to pick up his phone and check the time. He looked back over to Moritz with raised eyebrows. “It’s nine o’clock!”

Melchior fell back onto the couch in between Georg and Otto, shrugging. “So? I agree with Moritz; his house is only a few doors down—it’d only take you, like, five minutes to talk to him.”

Ernst groaned, wanting to argue but honestly having nothing to say, and knowing that the situation had reached the point that no one was going to drop the subject until he gave in.

“Melchior, are you sure he won’t be mad at me? Positive?”

“One thousand percent. If you don’t go over there right now, I’m going to text him and tell him to come over here.”

Now that idea terrified him more than anything. Ernst loved his friends, but the last thing he wanted was for all of them to be witnesses to whatever confrontation occurred between himself and Hanschen.

“Okay, fine!” He stood up suddenly, driven less by confidence and more by the sight of Melchior slowly drawing his phone from his pocket.

He smoothed out his sweater and took a deep breath. Moritz looked up with him with as much of a reassuring smile as he could manage, while Georg and Otto watched him with raised eyebrows, seemingly surprised that all it took to convince him was a low-stakes threat from Melchior.

Melchior walked over to Ernst and put his hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes with a dead serious expression that made Ernst feel a little intimidated. “It’ll be fine, Ernst.”

He spun him around and walked him up the basement stairs with his hands still on his shoulders, while the other boys followed and shouted out words of encouragement in typical loud teenage boy fashion; most of which were completely inappropriate—but their enthusiasm did make Ernst smile, for what it was worth.

When they reached the front door, Melchior let go of one of Ernst’s shoulders to swing it open, then gave him a little push onto the porch. “I better not see you in the group chat again tonight unless it’s to say everything worked out and you’re spending the night at Hanschen’s house. See ya!”

Ernst turned around just in time to see Melchior give him a thumbs up as he pushed the door closed. He heard the sound of the deadbolt locking on the inside. Oh, so he’s serious.

Despite now being locked out of Melchior’s house and having nowhere else to go except Hanschen’s—which was just at the end of the cul-de-sac—Ernst stood on the porch for a minute or two just looking around as if he would find a way to vanish and go somewhere else if he just thought about it hard enough. After he finally came to terms with the situation he was in, he stepped off the porch. It was a small amount of progress, and he was dragging his feet with each step away from Melchior’s house, but it was progress nonetheless.

His phone buzzed twice as he reached the sidewalk in front of the house, and he pulled it from his pocket.

Melchior!: i’m calling your mom and telling her you’re spending the night at my house so she doesn’t have to come pick you up LMAO godspeed. you are the beast you worship

Moritz!!!: good luck :-)

Ernst turned back to look at the house, and jumped at the sight of all of his friends watching him from the living room window. Moritz, Otto, and Georg were each giving a thumbs up, and Melchior winked at him as he pointed to his phone which was held up to his ear. Ernst responded with a timid little wave, before looking away and walking at an excruciatingly slow pace toward Hanschen’s house.

His excruciatingly slow pace quickly evolved into a power walk, however, as Ernst suddenly came to realize that it was 9 PM and very dark outside. With the fear of being murdered quickening his step, his plan to think about what to say on the way to Hanschen’s door didn’t quite work out, because he ended up on his front porch about thirty seconds before he had originally intended to.

Well, this is it.

The lights were still on inside, so he couldn’t pretend that it was simply too late and walk back to Melchior’s house and proclaim that he tried to no avail—not that he was any good at lying, and not that Melchior would accept that as an answer, anyways. He raised a trembling fist and knocked on the door softly, so quiet that he himself could barely even hear it. He stood in silence for a few seconds while doing deep breathing exercises, then knocked again with a little more effort.

That time, he heard someone approach the door from the inside, and his heart was pounding in his chest. Please, Mr. or Mrs. Rilow! Take pity on me and answer the door so I can embarrass myself in front of your son by telling him I love him again!

But it was neither of them who answered the door. Of course not. It was Hanschen. Ernst was suddenly worried that he might pass out. Or I can just embarrass myself right away for convenience, I guess!

Ernst stared at him for several seconds and then looked down to his feet, sure that he couldn’t bring himself to talk if he was looking directly at Hanschen. When he finally did speak, his voice was meek, hardly above a whisper. “I thought—I didn’t think of what to say. I thought that one of your parents was going to answer the door and that would give me time to think of what to tell you, but I didn’t have anything prepared to tell them for why I came here so late, because it’s summer now and we don’t have to study so—”

“Ernst.”

He took a deep breath and finally looked up again to see Hanschen and that little amused smile of his.

“I’m sorry, Hanschen, I—”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Hanschen began to reach forward, then hesitated slightly. Eventually, he reached out and took one of Ernst’s hands in his. Without thinking, Ernst squeezed it. “I should be the one to apologize; I thought that I had scared you off.”

“You did!” Ernst cringed at his own words, then shook his head quickly, squeezing Hanschen’s hand a little tighter and taking a half step closer to him. “I mean—you didn’t, but I got scared. I love you, Hanschen, and I have for a long time—I didn’t want to mess everything up. It was just so unexpected and I needed time to think, and then I waited so long that I thought you hated me and I—”

“—love you.”

“What?” Did I hear that right? Ernst’s eyes widened, and he suddenly felt weak in the knees. Hanschen tugged his hand, pulling Ernst against him.

“I love you, Ernst. I didn’t say it before.”

Ernst leaned back slightly to look at him properly. He slipped his hand from Hanschen’s, then moved both of his hands up to either side of Hanschen’s jaw. He stood up a little taller on his toes and kissed him—one that only lasted a second, but a kiss nonetheless. As he withdrew, Hanschen leaned in, prolonging the kiss for just a moment more.

They both stared at one another for several seconds. Ernst thought that at any moment he would wake up at home from another frustrating dream, and it would be four days until it had been a month since the last time he spoke to Hanschen—but no matter how long he stared, the situation didn’t become any less real.

Before Ernst could say anything just to fill the silence, Hanschen put one hand on his waist and drew him in for a more proper kiss, his other hand coming to a stop on the back of Ernst’s neck. Ernst was once again in a position of being extremely aware of his own hands, which were currently pressed flat against Hanschen’s chest—and a thought suddenly occurred to him. A thought other than Oh my God, oh my God, there’s his tongue again, that is.

As casually as he could manage, he moved his left hand up and behind Hanschen’s head, where he ran his fingers through his hair. Hanschen’s grip on Ernst’s waist tightened by a fraction, apparently encouraging him to continue. Ernst, who was usually very prone to backing down from challenges with very little prompting but who was also determined to make up for having left in a flustered rush the last time this happened, felt emboldened by Hanschen’s enthusiasm. He grasped Hanschen’s hair, and gave it an experimental tug.

Hanschen groaned softly. Ernst blushed all the way back to his ears. So he likes—

At that same moment, Mrs. Rilow’s voice called out from inside the house, and Ernst jumped back so quickly that he surely would have fallen off the porch and concussed himself if Hanschen had not placed his hand firmly against his lower back to stop him. “Hansi, who is that at the door?”

Ernst’s face was burning hot. Did she hear…? No, she couldn’t have… could she? ...Wait, did she say Hansi?

Hanschen grinned at him and rolled his eyes as if he could read his mind and knew that he was, as always, overthinking the situation. “It’s Ernst Robel, Mama,” he called back, as casually as if he hadn’t just moaned into Ernst’s mouth fifteen seconds prior.

“Oh, Ernst! Hello, honey—come in! How are you?”

“Hello, Mrs. Rilow. I’m—” he shot a glance to Hanschen as he walked in the door, “I’m really good, actually.”

Hanschen winked at him and laid a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him toward the direction of the stairs, presumably to prevent Ernst from politely staying downstairs and talking to his parents all night.

“Well, that’s good! Goodnight, you two.” Mrs. Rilow responded from the living room.

“Oh—um, goodnight Mrs. Rilow! Thank you for letting me stay!” He called as he climbed the stairs. A second passed, and Ernst looked back over his shoulder at Hanschen with an amused grin, whispering under his breath, “Hansi?”

Hanschen rolled his eyes but smiled anyways, giving Ernst’s shoulder a light shove. Ernst just laughed. For once, he didn’t feel quite so worried about what the future held for him.

A little later, while Hanschen was downstairs to get a drink, Ernst suddenly remembered what Melchior had said about the group chat and fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket.

the power of god and anime [Ernst]: hey guys!! everything worked out :) pope 2: now with pubes [Melchior]: we know lmaoooooo you can see hanschen’s porch from my window the power of god and anime: 😨

#spring awakening #hernst #hanschen rilow #ernst robel #melchior gabor #moritz stiefel #otto lammermeier #georg zirschnitz #mine #anyways. the lesson we learned is that posting from drafts doesnt put it in the tags apparently

[miraculoussage]

struck by another AU idea that i dont know if anyone has done: MIraculous Ladybug and Dr. Horrible

Marinette is Dr. Horrible/Dr. Ladybug or something. Basically, Marinette does Bad Things because humanity is awful, and she’s kind of bitter

Dr. Ladybug’s arch nemesis is Lila, better known as Captain Volpina or something

Marinette has a huge crush on Adrien, though they’ve never talked, only ever done their laundry in the same laundromat. Marinette may be a bit stalkerish...

Adrien really wants to help the city, especially the homeless people

Dr. Ladybug really REALLY wants to impress Adrien and also the Big Bad at the Evil League of Evil, Bad Butterfly

More under the cut for spoilers I guess? And also because it got long.

In order to try and impress both of them, Dr. Ladybug works on a freeze ray that will stop time! That way she can find the time to figure out how to talk to Adrien, and also commit crimes and get in Bad Butterfly’s good books (bad books?)

Dr. Ladybug needs to rob an armored van for a material component for the Freeze Ray, and she has the perfect plan to get it! 

Unfortunately, the plan goes awry- While Adrien shows up and talks to Marinette about the homeless shelter he’s hoping to start up, trying to get signatures for the petition for it, Captain Volpina shows up and smashes the van controller.

the van goes out of control. oh no! marinette frantically tries to stop the van with the remote

the van is heading right for adrien! captain volpina shoves him out of the way into a pile of trash bags

marinette’s remote finally works and stops the van, right in front of where it would have hit adrien, and right in front of where captain volpina now is

unfortunately, to adrien it looks like captain volpina saved his life... and volpina goes with it. they share a musical number and seem to fall in love...

marinette, now in disguise as dr. ladybug once again, still manages to steal the material she needed for the freeze ray while adrien and captain volpina are distracted by each other

Having signed Adrien’s petition and introducing themselves before the Van mission went awry, Adrien and Marinette are now sort of friends- though Marinette’s stalker behaviour hasn’t gone away- in fact, she was stalking Adrien and Volpina when they were on a date together.

At the next laundry day, Marinette and Adrien do their laundry together and express their surprise at how they’ve never talked despite always doing their laundry at the same place and the same time!

Marinette ‘accidentally’ has an extra frozen yogurt that she shares with Adrien, and when Marinette asks how Adrien’s weekend with the petition was, he reveals he actually went on a date! (as if Marinette didn’t know)

While Marinette subtly tries to shit-talk volpina, she asks if Adrien will go on another date with the person he met, and unfortunately Adrien responds affirmatively

Dr. Ladybug finishes her work on the Freeze Ray, and tells her video blog that by tonight, she’ll be part of the Evil League of Evil! Aaaand she also laments that she accidentally introduced her arch nemesis to the boy of her dreams.

Unfortunately, the police and Captain Volpina watched the blog, and were waiting for Dr. Ladybug when she showed up with the Freeze Ray...

When she gets home, she does another blog entry sharing the story vaguely, but mentions that Volpina did throw a car at her head.

While filming her blog, Dr. Ladybug gets a call from the ELoE, saying that Bad Butterfly saw her attempt at Evil, and it was an embarrassment, and the only way she can get into the League now is if she kills someone! Fun stuff.

Dr. Ladybug is a mad scientist, not a murderer! It just isn’t her style. Her roommate, Syren, who’s power is just making things kind of damp when she touches them, mentions that Timebreaker has seen a future where some kid grows up to be the president, and suggests killing him.

Dr. Ladybug isn’t going to kill a kid, though, no matter who he grows up to be. 

Syren: Smother an old lady. Dr. Ladybug: Do I even know you??

Later at laundry day over frozen yogurt with Adrien, Marinette complains vaguely about missing out on a job opportunity, and how she just wants to achieve *something* in her life, like Bad Butterfly Ghandi.

Adrien shares his own sad but inspiring story about his own life, his lonely and lost childhood, and the troubles that bothered him, but he kept his head up, and tells Marinette to keep her head up, too

He mentions Captain Volpina briefly, and Marinette takes the opportunity to ask how they’re doing. Adrien mentions that Marinette will get to meet her herself, as Volpina might stop by the laundromat.

Marinette tries to make an escape, but it’s too late- Captain Volpina is already there. After a cursory introduction where she seems to recognize Marinette, she announces that she got the mayor to put Adrien’s petition into action to finally sign over an abandoned building to Adrien’s cause, which he’ll be turning into a homeless shelter.

When Adrien goes to grab his laundry, Volpina closes in on Marinette, revealing she does know that Marinette is Dr. Ladybug, and that she’s dating Adrien just to spite Dr. Ladybug.

Now, Dr. Ladybug knows just who she’s going to kill.

Dr. Ladybug modifies her stun ray, turning it into a Death Ray. She works tirelessly, while Adrien does the same working on the homeless shelter, but Adrien misses Marinette at laundry day, and seems to contemplate whether Captain Volpina is really the best fit for him.

Soon, the opening ceremony of the homeless shelter arrives, with Captain Volpina there to do a speech on how important it is to help homeless people (though the speech is mostly about how great Captain Volpina is, and she makes Adrien pretty damn uncomfortable).

Dr. Ladybug makes an appearance at the ceremony, too, hidden under the sheet that everyone thought was covering the statue of Captain Volpina. At the end of Captain Volpina’s speech, Dr. Ladybug reveals herself and freezes Captain Volpina in place.

She sings to the gathered crowd that they’re all sheep, falling for Volpina’s lies, and that society is falling apart. She psyches herself up, telling herself, Adrien isn’t here so he won’t have to see this,  there’s no time for mercy, it’s going to be bloody, she just has to keep her head up.

But from his hiding spot... Adrien does see it, and when Dr. Ladybug mentions him, and mentions keeping her head up, he connects the dots...

She hesitates, and before she can get the shot off, the Freeze Ray’s effects wear off. Volpina is unfrozen and she decks Dr. Ladybug, sending her and the Death Ray across the room, damaging the death ray in the process.

Apparently not noticing the damage, Captain Volpina aims the Death Ray at Dr. Ladybug, ready to kill her without a second thought. Dr. Ladybug tries to warn her, but Captain Volpina completely ignores her.

When the Death Ray goes off, it explodes, sending a force wave and a bunch of shrapnel everywhere. Dr. Ladybug is fine, and though Captain Volpina is rolling around on the ground in ‘pain’, she’s also pretty much unharmed.

Most of the citizens, in fact all but one, also remained unscathed. The one who did, though....

Dr. Ladybug catches sight of Adrien, shrapnel piercing his chest. She runs over, desperately struggling to figure out how to save him. 

Adrien recognizes her, and in delirium of pain, tries to comfort his friend Marinette. “It’s okay, Captain Volpina will save us...”

Those are Adrien’s last words.

Reporters gather around, questioning why Dr. Ladybug killed this random guy, Captain Volpina’s boyfriend.

Even though Captain Volpina both damaged the gun and pulled the trigger, it was still Dr. Ladybug’s weapon that killed Adrien... And a death is a death- Bad Butterfly welcomes Dr. Ladybug into the Evil League of Evil.

Dr. Ladybug half-heartedly commits evil, robbing banks, becoming the “worst villain”, gaining obsessive fans, going to evil parties.

Marinette’s emotions fall away, shut down, locked up. She’s fine. She won’t feel... a thing.

#Okay so I basically didn't change anything about the plot and just replaced characters #but thats still technically an AU right? #If you read this through without knowing what happens in Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog let me just say I am so sorry #also note i guess but bad butterfly isn't adrien's dad here he's just the big bad in the series #another note the rest of the bad guys including henchmen crooks and other eloe members would all be other akuma victims #but with varying levels of coolness and sometimes different powers #i missed bad horse when i wrote this. i love that thoroughbred of sin #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug au #dr. horrible's sing along blog

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Who Watches The…oh never mind

by Wardog

Thursday, 12 March 2009

Wardog opens a can of worms very very carefully indeed.~

As my comments in the playpen may recently have indicated, I was not entirely impressed by Watchmen. It doesn't help that people, however vaguely, connected to it are going around saying things like this and it also doesn't help that I read Watchmen for the first time three days ago. I understand that Watchmen is something that the sort of people who are inclined to be passionate about comics are passionate about; perhaps if I had been less busy being an embryo in the 80s when it first came out I might have felt the same way. But Watchmen is dated dated dated. I'm not saying it's not interesting and that it doesn't have merit, but reading it is rather like reading those 18th century novels that are completely consumed by the terror of the incipient collapse of Civilisation As We Know It because of the French Revolution. I'm not saying those novels aren't interesting or don't have merit either ... but you do read them with one eyebrow slightly cocked and think to yourself as you go "oh how quaint."

Quaint may seem an odd term to use in connection to a comic renowned for being gritty and real and, like, totally Dystopian and literary man; but I felt the same about V for Vendetta. Watchmen'spreoccupations, as far as I see it, are Cold War anxiety and Wanking About The Nature and Form of the Comic Genre. I'm not dismissing the impact of Watchmen, nor its power to have shaped (and to some extent validated, insofar as books with pictures in them can be validated) the genre, but the point is the Cold War is over and the genre has been shaped. There are, of course, wider themes to engage us - "about the nature of man, or vigilante justice" if you absolutely insist but bear in mind you can get those better done elsewhere - but Watchmen is so utterly bound up in itself, so defined by the form it takes, that ultimately it's little more than an extended navel-gaze about comics, albeit a moderately interesting one.

The movie, of course, is such a slavish adaptation that it barely merits the term adaption; watching it, therefore, is like watching somebody gaze at somebody else gazing at their navel. In bullet-time. Being now at a noticeably remove from the navel, this is quite dull.

To force myself to give credit where it is due, there is a lot to like about the Watchmen movie. It is stylishly and lovingly done. Everybody looks and sounds exactly like you'd want them to look and sound. The level of detail is mind boggling and the special effects, right down to Dr Manhattan's flapping blue dong, are fabulous. The changes they've made are spot on: I'm really glad they took out the giant squishy squid aliens. Because they are made of stupid. I loved the opening credits where they distill the ponderous backstory into a succession of imaginative and striking images. When the film was engaging critically with the Watchmen comic, it had real potential. Unfortunately, critical engagement gave way to abject drooling adoration about 2 seconds after the credits ended ... and the rest of the film is little more than a panel-by-panel, word-for-word recreation of the comic, bar a few subtle alterations to the way characters are perceived, which I shall talk about presently.

I suppose this is where we get into "what is an adaptation anyway" territory. For me the clue is in "adapt" - I think a process of adaptation is an act of transformation and interpretation. You stay true to the spirit of the original but you accept the fact that what works in one medium does not work in another. The Harry Potter movies are splendid examples of failed adaptations: they're little more than monorail tours of the main attractions of the books. They don't stand up on their own, they have no merit on their own, they are, in fact, shit and pointless. But you can also see this kind of failure going on in a more low key way when people throw plays at the screen and end up with peculiarly static, oddly awkward films (Closer, The History Boys, An Ideal Husband, The Libertine). Again, to be fair, the Watchmen film does almost stand on its own: they've managed to enforce some coherence on a notoriously fragmentary text. But this is mainly because it's identical to the text, right down to the cringe-inducingly stilted dialogue and voice-overs that read beautifully but sound terrible. And as far as I'm concerned if something is identical to the original, right down to the dialogue and the visuals, you might as well just read the original and be done with it. Alan Moore himself apparently said: "My book is a comic book. Not a movie. It's been made in a certain way, and designed to be read in a certain way: in an armchair, nice and cosy next to a fire, with a steaming cup of coffee."

The other problem with such a rigid approach to the text is that it leaves no space for acting to be anything other than simulacra. When you go and see a performance of Richard III, you don't stare at the actor playing Richard and think to yourself: "Wow, that's awesome,

he looks totally like him

." But the only scale for judging the actors in Watchmen is how far they resemble the characters they're playing - the answer to this is, for the most part, "lots." But it's still a really shallow way to engage with a performance.

Now this is when I'm going to play dirty. I know I've just leveled the criticism that the film brings nothing new to the table, being merely a moving version of the comic book. And now I'm going to complain that it also missed the point, or at least a point. I know you might think this is a direct contradiction and that I can't say the film is not enough of an adaptation for me and then whine about a possible misinterpretation but ... hey, look over there,

a fluffy kitten, being cute

. Seriously though, for what it's worth, I don't actually consider this a misinterpretation as such - the film was too fanboyishly clingy a parasite to have anything as measured or sensible as an interpretation - I think it was more an act of mis-translation, in that everyone was so concerned with bringing every fucking element of the comic lovingly into motion (apparently

there's going to be a DVD

of Tales of the Black Freighter - no thanks) that nobody ever bothered to pay attention to what they were doing.

If I had to sum up Watchmen in a glib and pretentious way (why would anyone ask me to do that?), I'd fall back, as I'm sure others have done before me, on quoting Yeats: "the best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity." Now, perhaps I got the wrong end of the stick and I know the friend I saw the film with disagrees with me, but I thought the film valorized Dan (and to a lesser extent Laurie) in a way that reduced the impact of the story. In the comic, Dan is anti-heroic: he is middle-aged, impotent, flabby and passive. He is "the boy next door" in the worst possible sense. His niceness, like his Nite Owl costume, is a mask for his essential weakness of character. Despite being in love with Laurie, he makes no attempt to forge a relationship with her, not because he is "just too nice" but because he is "just too pathetic"; he wins her, if wins it can be called, simply by being around to pick up the pieces after her relationship with Jon falls apart horribly. Laurie, of course, is equally broken but has the virtue of being hot - just as all of Dan's behaviour is controlled and limited by compromise, her decision to be with him is a compromise as well, the rejection of the strange and the challenging, youthful dreams and romanticism, for the safety of the everyday and a man whose abject inferiority makes you feel good about yourself. In the comic, their relationship is very much the cleaving of the desperate and worthless: that they go out and do minor heroic things (like saving some people from a fire and springing Rorschach from a prison he is already escaping) after they shag for the first time is an indictment of their behaviour. They seek, and find, validation with each other, yet the validation is based on their joint illusions i.e. that they are people even remotely capable of changing the world. The movie portrays their civilian-saving / prison-breaking exploits as a return to their true heroic selves; the comic uses scenes of stereotypical heroism to reveal Laurie and Dan as the self-deluding, play-acting fools they really are.

Similarly, in the comic, when they are confronted by what Ozymandias has done, Dan and Laurie slink off to a corner of his ruined facility and shag. Dr Manhattan finds them asleep on Nite Owl's winter cloak, looks at them with mingled pity and affection and goes off to confront Ozymandias with the futility of the atrocity he has committed ("nothing ever ends"). Again, this is hardly a celebration of the human spirit in the face of calamity. Confronted by their own profound impotence and the destruction of their carefully constructed charades, they take refuge in the mundane, fleeting affirmation offered by physical pleasure. In the movie, this scene is gone and, instead, Dr Manhattan's final act is to kiss Laurie goodbye - as if he, too, is asserting the value of human relationships as an antidote to Armageddon. (Personally, I'm with Rorschach on this one). In the aftermath of Ozymandias's destruction, the movie gives Dan a line about how he's been tinkering with Archimedes and it'll soon be ready to go, the implication, I think, being that he and Laurie will resume their super-hero lifestyle.

One of the more interesting aspects of the comic is the intersection between public and private identity. One of the questions it asks is why anyone even on polite nodding terms with sanity would "dress as an owl and fight crime." The answer, of course, if its five heroes are anything to go by, is: "they wouldn't." Rorschach is clearly batshit nuts - and for him, Walter Kovacs is the disguise he wears. I've always liked the way that when he confronts Dr Manhattan, it is Walter who dies, not Rorschach. Dr Manhattan has no choice but to be a super-hero but then he is barely human, or anything like it, any more. The Comedian is a fucking psychopath who uses the flamboyance offered by a costume to give outward form to his moral dysfunctionality. Ozymandias also belongs to the Special Club. And Dan and Laurie both use it as a way to escape the disappointments and failures of being merely themselves. Unfortunately the movie inadvertently engineers a reversal of this: Laurie and Dan end up re-discovering their true super-hero selves, whereas in the comic they are ruthlessly forced to confront their inadequacies as human beings. If I was feeling uncharitable I would say this symptomatic of the typical geek fallacies - Watchmen is constructed as a super-hero comic without heroes, attemping to make Dan heroic undermines both the force and interest of the story.

The overall effect of which is that you get a film that is at once a tediously faithful rendering of the comic while somehow contriving to miss the point entirely.

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Arthur B

at 14:59 on 2009-03-12Playing devil's advocate: while I agree that Dan and Laurie are given an easy ride by the film (perhaps because they're the characters the audience is most likely to identify with), I don't think it completely derails their characterisation to have them go back to vigilantism. I don't have my copy of the comic with me, but I seem to remember mild hints in their final conversation with Sally that they might be getting into some action whilst they spend their time on the run in Ozy's new order. Like I said in the comments on Dan's review, I read the armageddon plotline as an indictment of the passivity of superheroes; crimefighters are essentially reactive, fighting society's symptoms without trying for a cure. (The grotesque scale of Ozymandias's crimes is, of course, the flip side of the argument: a cure might be more harmful than the disease itself.) In the movie, I saw their return to crimefighting as a retreat; there's no suggestion that they're seriously trying to expose Ozymandias, they're just dicking around beating people up to capture their rapidly-fading youth.

But that said I do agree that it's problematic that we are expected to identify with those specific characters in the first place; Dan and Laurie's capitulation and passivity are meant to be character flaws that are just as serious as Rorschach's fanaticism, or Dr Manhattan's nigh-autistic detachment, or Ozymandias's fatal combination of the two.

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Guy

at 15:44 on 2009-03-12I think I like the comic more than you do, Kyra, but I am very impressed by your elucidation of its themes... and it does seem likely that I should go into the film with low expectations. I would like to say I would refrain from seeing the film at all, especially now that I've read Hayter's idiotic letter... but maybe if I go see it in the third week or something I can feel that I've spited (?) him in some way.

I think I read the meaning of the Dan and Laurie characters a bit differently than you do, though. To me, they are essentially sympathetic characters, and a big part of that is their realisation in the end that, actually they're not all that important or powerful, and whether or not they're OK with that, they have to live with it, the way that millions of ordinary men and women do. This in contrast with Rorshcach, who has a kind of absolutist integrity that won't allow him to refrain from doing what he believes is right (even when it's totally futile, or worse, seriously destructive) - a quality he shares with heroes from all kinds of stories - but that "integrity" also makes him, as you say, a psychopath.

I think my favourite moment in the comic is the bit where Ozymandias tells Dan to grow up. It does raise a question for me about what counts as "growing up". Ozymandias thinks that he is the grown up, because he is the one prepared to make hard choices, cross moral boundaries in service to the greater good, &c &c... and that Dan is still a child playing at super hero, making oversized toys and not really doing anything... which is basically accurate. There's a reason that remark cuts Dan. But I think... there's something interesting, something a bit complex, about the question of what actually growing up means. The way you put it above where you say that Dan and Laurie are ruthlessly forced to confront their failings and inadequacies as human beings... I guess to me it seems that that is part of what being a grown up is: a person who has confronted their failings and accepted them. Which then, in a funny kind of way, ties in to the whole Ozymandias crazy plan, which in a sense is about forcing humanity as whole to grow up in spite of itself. Which... yeah, I don't know, for me that theme doesn't date, because we are to a large extent living in a world run by men (arguably, madmen) who act as they do because they believe they are being grown-up on behalf of the rest of us, because ordinary people don't really understand what the world is like and need them to make our hard choices for us. And of course I hate the idea of someone else making my hard choices for me, but it doesn't take long to find examples of people who you genuinely feel glad are not being held totally responsible for themselves... but I think at this stage I may be less responding to your review than I am just rambling. ;)

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Wardog

at 16:06 on 2009-03-12I feel like I'm validating Wankstain Hayter by saying this but I like the comic more retrospectively for some of its concepts. I didn't actually enjoy reading it all that much (not, though, because it is Out Of My Comfort Zone, man, and much of it, as I said, strikes me quaint and alien. And, again, at the risk of saying anything that could in any way chime with anything That Moron has ever said - Watchmen does inspire some interesting disccussion.

In the movie, I saw their return to crimefighting as a retreat"

Because the crime-fighting they do in the film is so massively glamorised - the bit where they kick-ass their way into the prison for example - I personally didn't get this vibe. But I think it's an arguable point.

But that said I do agree that it's problematic that we are expected to identify with those specific characters in the first place

Yeah me too - they obviously thought they were most normal of the bunch. Sigh. As Guy says below, I think perhaps they are the easiest to identify with because they are flawed in a lowkey very human way (i.e. they are rubbish and self-deluding) but identifying with them is an uncomfortable process because I'm sure we'd all rather be Dr Manhattans than Dans. (Although secretly I'm convinced we all want to be Rorschach - there's something utterly compelling about fanatics).

Thanks for your comment, Guy, I didn't find it rambling at all, I found it fascinating. I think my reading of Dan and Laurie is perhaps unnecessarily (and perhaps even unsupportedly) harsh. The thing is, although I said something about them having to face up their failings ... I don't think there's ever really a point they accept them or learn to operate with them ... which, as you say, is what most grown ups do. To be fair, I don't think I have accepted my failings or learned to operate with them *either* but I don't dress up as an owl and fight crime... =P Dan and Laurie seem to constantly be engaged in processes of retreat, compromise and distraction: for them sex serves exactly the same purpose as super-hero costuming. It's a cheap way to use someone else to make you feel better about yourself. They don't *deal* with what Ozymandias has done, and what it has shown them about themselves, they run away from it and bonk.

Which reminds me - sex is such an unfailingly negative force in Watchmen.

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Arthur B

at 16:17 on 2009-03-12

Because the crime-fighting they do in the film is so massively glamorised - the bit where they kick-ass their way into the prison for example - I personally didn't get this vibe. But I think it's an arguable point.

I think it's glamorised

at that point

because before the big reveal Dan and Laurie are convinced that they are Making A Difference, and the audience is meant to believe the same; we haven't had Ozymandias hit them (and the audience) with the revelation that they're not actually achieving anything beyond putting Rorschach back on the streets for one last round of psychosis before he goes to the Antarctic to explode.

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Arthur B

at 10:21 on 2009-03-13There's a very interesting article about the film's financial prospects

here

. I'm wondering whether this isn't the precise article that Hayter was responding to with his open letter.

Short version: There is a very real possibility that just about everyone who was interested in seeing

Watchmen

went to see it in the first week it was out, and ticket sales will slump by the second or third week. There's a growing consensus that the film was too faithful to the comic, which hurt it, and that this is one of those rare situations where there was

too little

studio involvement in the production process.

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Andy G

at 11:33 on 2009-03-13I haven't seen the film, but I did read the comic over the weeked. I had quite a negative reaction to Dan in the comic - his angsty, hand-wringing inadequacy doesn't really excuse the very dubious things he does or condones. I think he appears more sympathetic perhaps because he is the character who it is easiest to identify with for the average reader.

The guy who wrote the Stan Lee version of the comic made the plausible prediction that the film would unironically wallow in the violence as something cool, and rather the miss the point. Does that happen?

I wasn't sure about it having dated though. I mean, even in terms of the Cold War stuff, there are still nuclear weapons and stupid human beings. Though it's perhaps not exactly the story you'd choose to tell now 20 years on. I kind of felt the same about Frost/Nixon.

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Dan H

at 11:35 on 2009-03-13God the comments on that post are full of wank.

I really wish people would accept that "this movie is too long" is actually a valid criticism.

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Gina Dhawa

at 17:32 on 2009-03-13I'm not so worried about

Watchmen

feeling dated because, it addresses old concerns in a fairly familiar way. It's still set in the eighties after all. We're not worried about the same things anymore, but I'm pretty sure we can appreciate the fear of The Other, which is something that I think the film does very well with choosing to frame Dr Manhattan instead of having the original ending.

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Robinson L

at 20:30 on 2009-08-15*deep breath*

Funny, I never got the impression that I was reading/watching something particularly dated either from

V for Vendetta

or

Watchmen

. True, the cold war is over, but the threat of nuclear war hasn't exactly gone away, and the various nations are being just as much jerks to each other as they were back in the 80s.

I loved the opening credits where they distill the ponderous backstory into a succession of imaginative and striking images. When the film was engaging critically with the

Watchmen

comic, it had real potential.

Really? I loved the opening credits, too, but I didn't consciously get the feeling that they were engaging critically with the comic. Would you care to expound a little more on

how

you felt they were critically engaging with it?

I thought the film valorized Dan (and to a lesser extent Laurie) in a way that reduced the impact of the story.

Interesting argument. I admit I handed considered this interpretation of Dan and Laurie from the comic book, although it makes perfect sense.

Thing is, I find that even if it does muddy up the discourse, the story is

improved

by the movie's presentation of Laurie and especially Dan.

My reason? Because in the comic, both Dan and Laurie were dull, dull

dull

. I didn't love them, I didn't hate them, I was apathetic towards them. In the movie, at least, I felt there was something there to engage with emotionally.

And even if it was a deviation in character, I found Dan actually coming out and

telling

Adrian “You haven't idealized mankind but you've... you've deformed it! You mutilated it. That's your legacy. That's the real practical joke” very cathartic.

I also didn't get the same "massive anti-climax" feeling from the movie as the graphic novel.

Although secretly I'm convinced we all want to be Rorschach - there's something utterly compelling about fanatics

Oh god. I'd almost rather be the mass-murdering ego maniac or the spiritually incompetent big blue guy than that monster. I've got the fanatic part down just fine, it's just that I find the "kills, tortures and abuses people" and general misanthropy just a liiiitle bit repulsive.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I particularly identify with

anyone

in

Watchmen

... maybe because the only characters in it who have any sort of strength to their convictions have such a misanthropic, nihilistic view of humanity. I certainly wouldn't want to

be

any of them.

Which reminds me - sex is such an unfailingly negative force in Watchmen.

Interesting point.

I really wish people would accept that "this movie is too long" is actually a valid criticism.

Totally, although for myself, I find if I say "this movie is too long" what I mean is "this movie already annoys the hell out of me and will it please get to the end already." If a movie manages to keep me engaged/entertained (as

Watchmen

did) I'm prepared to go along with it for much longer than 2.5 hours.

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Arthur B

at 20:56 on 2009-08-15

True, the cold war is over, but the threat of nuclear war hasn't exactly gone away, and the various nations are being just as much jerks to each other as they were back in the 80s.

I think nuclear conflict is still a danger, but the

kind

of nuclear conflict presented in

Watchmen

has become almost impossible. Which isn't to say it won't become a possibility again, but it's definitely on the back burner. Limited exchanges between recent entrants to the nuclear club seem more likely than large-scale human extinction events.

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Alasdair Czyrnyj

at 17:06 on 2010-03-10Necromancy ho!

@the issue of datedness and the nuclear arms race

After reading through the article again, I kinda get what you were saying, Kyra. The theme didn't really date the comic for me, partly because I've always got one foot stuck in nuclear war fiction, and partly because I found it easy enough to read the nuclear symbolism as a symbol of an unstoppable force of annihilation that none of the characters are capable of understanding, something that can be applied to many eras and contexts.

Still, it does date the movie. IIRC, Paul Greengrass was attached to the project for a while, and he was making noises about moving it to a contemporary War on Terror setting, which I don't think you could really do without totally rebuilding the story, simply because, while we may be as scared in 2010 as we were in 1985, our fears are coming from different places and take different forms. In the '80s, we assumed that the silos would open and all humanity would die screaming. Nowandays we just assume that life is going to continue getting shittier and shittier and mor and more incomprehensible, with extinction as a vague possibility we suspect may be denied to us.

Did what I just write make any sense?

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https://profiles.google.com/elzairthesorcerer/about

at 20:09 on 2011-05-17This is kind of off-topic, but what are the names of some of those 18th century novels you mentioned? I would like to read one.

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Wardog

at 20:38 on 2011-05-17There aren't specific texts that deal *explicitly* with it - I just meant that you can infer a background level of social anxiety and uncertainty, even in books that seem to be about entirely other things. I guess that isn't very helpful. Also it occurs to me I meant 19th century novels. I hate that thing, I always get my centuries confused. Novels written after 1800 are 19th century novels. It makes no sense! But I mean, it's there in Persuasion, or Daniel Deronda, for example. Middlemarch. Vanity Fair.

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Polaris - part 3 : The super cool chick

Peter Parker x reader Summary :  You are a mutant, half sister of Wanda Maximoff. After the recent events of Sokovia, during which you reunited with your only family left and met the Avengers, you are now trying to find peace and stability. Unfortunately, peace and stability is far from being in the Avengers future... Warnings : none Words : 3.3k A/N : Part 3 done ! This is so much longer than what I intended to do ! Part of the 12 days of Christmas writing challenge. Also, not edited, sorry.

part 1 part 2 part 4

You sat at the back of the class, right behind Peter.

"What are you doing here ?", he asked, turning around.

"Peter ! Please stay focus now !", the teacher called him.

"We'll talk at the end of the class", you whispered in his ear as you leaned.

The class went on normally and Peter waited for you in the hallway when the bell rang.

"Hey !", you greeted with a kind smile when you joined him outside.

"What the hell ! I didn't know that you would come to school !", he exclaimed.

"Me neither actually...Tony just decided it without asking me about it. At first I was against it and then I thought that I wanted to have a proper education and life, and I agreeded."

There was a little silence then Peter reached for your hand and squeezed it. He stopped, staring at you.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye before leaving. Mr Stark immediately bought me back home, without any further explanation. I didn't have your number and-", he explained, a bit anxious.

"Actually, I'm the one that told Tony to bring you back. I'm sorry, I already had to say goodbye to my sister and I didn't have the strength for you too. I acted like a coward and totally unkindly. I'm sorry, Pete..."

"Don't worry, I get it", he said with a gentle smile.

"You are too kind for your own good Peter boy", you declared as you played with his hair.

He stood silent for a second, admiring you, then cleared his throat.

"By the way, wath happened with the others ? Is Wanda alright ?"

You summed up the situation to him and he looked to the ground.

"I'm sorry to hear about that...I guess there are still no signs from Captain and Barnes ?", he asked.

"Well...I think that Tony sent me here with Vision to push me aside. I feel like he has something planned but he doesn't want me to get involved. Which is fair since I'm a teen and they are dealing with adult problems, you know ?"

"So you're telling me that you don't want to dig deeper to know what is going on ?", he questioned, surprised by your decision.

"I trust Tony", you simply replied.

"And I trust you. Just know that if you need anything, I'm here."

You were about to answer that you were grateful, but a guy coming from behind you jumped on Peter and screamed : "Hey Penis Parker !"

You were surprised and glared at the boy.

"Hey, Flash...", Peter answered, staring at the ground.

You didn't like the way he was treating Peter and you decided to take action, stopping him before he could say anything else. You grabbed his collar and pressed him on the locker, gaining the advantage of surprise. Something that Wanda always told you, was that you couldn't compete with the strength of a man, thus you had to use your powers or take advantage of the situation.

"I don't think we've met. I'm y/n Maximoff, also known as Polaris. Which means I can strangle you with this chain you wear around your neck. Call Peter Penis one more time-", you said as your power was glowing in your hand.

Peter stopped you and pulled you backwards. His strength always surprised you.

"Hey y/n, you don't have to do that, there's no need to use your power here-"

"Miss Maximoff, in my office. Now", the headmaster called you from the other part of the hallway. Some people had started to gather around you and you saw a little asian guy join Peter, which you recognize as Ned. You could only see that they talk together before the Headmaster closed the door behind you.

"Miss Maximoff...", he sighed.

"Alright, I know I shouldn't have done this."

"Y/n, I don't know hiw you've been raised-"

"Rude !", you exclaimed then glanced at his serious face. "Sorry."

"...but you can't use your powers whenever it suits you !"

"This guy called Peter Penis and he constantly harasses him !"

"And he will be punished for that. But so are you ! Miss Maximoff, you have to behave and act like a normal student. I truly believe you're more than capable of getting along here. The results of your tests were perfect. Please, don't let your...hard temperament ruin this, alright ?"

You liked him, he was strict but fair and evidently cared about his students.

"I will Sir", you replied, convinced.

"You will have a week of detention-"

"But Sir, I have to-"

"I don't want to hear another word. You may go back to your class, miss Maximoff."

You sighed and left, joining your next class.

You reached the table where Peter was eating with Ned, noticing that some people were staring at you.

"Hey guys !", you greeted.

"Hey y/n, nice to meet you ! Your trick with Flash was something else !", Ned exclaimed.

"You saw that ?", you asked with a proud grin.

"I actually spied on you. Don't worry, i shut my ears, I didn't listen to anything you said !", he added quickly when he saw Peter's eyes widened.

"Yeah well, the headmaster didn't really appreciate my trick, I have a week of detention...I wa supposed to see Wanda after school Friday...I guess I'll have to wait."

"I'm sorry to hear that", Peter said as he patted your shoulder.

"By the way, how did you guys met ? Thanks to the internship I guess", Ned stated.

There was an awkward silence during which you stared at Peter.

"Y-yeah, of course !", he declared.

Flash came to your table and interrupted your discussion.

"I have to go in detention for two weeks because of you !"

You stood up with a smirk and your power was itching you to use it, you glanced at the knife on the table and gulped. You closed your eyes and opened them when you felt that all was under control. You patted his shoulder displaying your smirk and said :

"You got what you deserve, buddy."

And without another word you just sat back. You noticed that the students were silent when they started to talk again. Some joined your table and introduced themselves, probably wanting to become your friend. You looked at Peter and Ned surprised and they just shrugged. That can't be that horrible, you thought, and talked with the people around you.

The week went by normally. You came home late because if your punishment, Vision welcoming you with an amused smile every evening. He had assured you that you would visit Wanda on Saturday and you were relieved. You spent a lot of time with him and were really glad about it. If you had always liked him, you now felt as if you had a family. Happy was there too, always driving you around, occasionally spending time with you too.

Nevertheless, you were grateful for Peter and Ned often inviting you over. Without them, you would have felt very lonely. This Friday, as you went out of detention, you headed to Peter's apartment instead of the Stark Tower. You knocked at the door and May opened your with a big smile.

"Hey y/n ! How are you ?"

You had already met her once, when Peter invited you other and you were getting along so well. Probably because she was always around men and having a girl other delighted her...

"Hi May ! I'm fine, just exhausted but detention..."

"Tell me about it ! When I started to date that little thug of Jack Graymond I always found myself in detention !", she declared with a laugh.

You came in and jumped on the sofa where Peter and Ned were already sitting.

"Hi boys !"

"If it isn't our favorite little girl !", Ned exclaimed as he elbowed you.

"Hello y/n", Peter said with a cute smile.

"What movie are we seeing tonight ?"

It was a thing for them to meet each Friday and watch a Star Wars film, and they found more than normal to make you join the cult.

"Star Wars : Revenge of the Sith", Ned stated as he picked a popcorn from a bowl.

"Yes ! My favorite one !", you exclaimed.

"The first trilogy is clearly better, but you do, y/n...", Peter declared with a condescending look.

"Excuse me but Anakin's story is ten times more interesting and Padme is the best character ever !", you replied, underlining your point.

Peter stared at you with a disgusted look and muttered a "pfff". You widened your eyes and open your mouth with an amused smile and yelled : "Did you just pfff me ?"

He turned around with an innocent smile and you throw yourself at him and tickled him. Noticing that you were leaving Ned apart you took a pillow and threw it on his face. After some minutes of euphoria where you fought each other, you calmed down and took your breath. Ned then grabbed the remote control and hit the play button and you all focused on the movie.

Once the movie was done, you ate and later got ready for sleep. You entered in Peter's room and Ned jumped on he bed and laid on it.

"I know that girls should have the priority but I won the privilege this week. Don't worry y/n, you'll be next !", Ned declared, his voice muffled by the pillows.

"Yeah, we have this deal that each week there's a different person sleeping on my bed. Sorry about that, next time it will definitely be you", Peter explained.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine sleeping on the air mattress next to you, Peter boy", you said with a grin.

He flushed and cleared his throat.

"Then we can go to sleep...", he affirmed.

You curled into your sleeping bag and Peter turned off the light after everyone said goodnight. But a few minutes after, you noticed that it was very cold and started to shiver.

"Peter ?", you murmured.

"Yes ?", he responded.

"I'm a bit cold... Do you mind if-"

Before you could say anything, he put his sleeping back on top of yours and pulled you in his arms. You felt his body heat warm you immediately and curled yourself into his arms.

"Better ?", he questioned.

His breath tickled the top of your head and you shivered once again when he put his hand on your back.

"Yup."

All went silent again and you thought Peter had collapsed into a dreamy sleep, but he suddenly called you.

"Y/n ?"

"Yes Pete ?"

"You know- huh, you're-you're a super cool chick-"

Your laugh interrupted him and he felt so bad.

"Oh god, I'm terrible at this ! What I meant was that you are amazing and..."

He silenced for a few seconds, looking for the right words.

"...and I like you. A lot", he blurted out.

You blinked and stood silent, stunned. He was about to say something but you impeded him to by placing a small kiss on his lips. He gasped when he realized what was going on, but immediately held you tighter and you moaned of happiness. You felt that he was getting goosebumps and kissed his neck. He sighed and you stopped before things escalated.

"You're fantastic y/n", he told you, overwhelmed.

You snuggled your frozen nose in the small of his neck and he protested : "You're freezing !"

You turned around and he spooned you, wrapping his warm arms around your still cold body.

"I like you too Pete. A lot", you declared in a sigh.

The next morning you woke up still wrapped up into Peter's arms and smiled. You turned around to face him and passed a hand into his curls. He moved a bit but didn't wake up. You then paused your finger on his face and draw some circles. When you reached his nose, you placed a kiss on it. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw your face close to his.

"Hello love", you greeted him and he tightened his arms around you.

You took a glance behind him and noticed that Ned wasn't in the bed anymore. You watched the time and stretched before trying to stand up. Unfortunately -or not- for you, Peter wasn't letting go of his grip and you found yourself trapped in his arms. He displayed a playful grin, keeping his eyes closed.

"You are not free to leave", he muttered.

You slapped his chest and he opened his eyes suddenly.

"Hey !", he exclaimed.

You took advantage of him releasing you by the surprise and got onto your feet. He groaned when he noticed that you managed to extricate yourself out. You kneeled over him, your face in the other way of his head and left a small peck on his lips. You exited the room with a stupid smile.

"Good morning everyone!", you said with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Well, you're a morning person !", Ned declared.

You flushed but he didn't insist.

"Did you sleep well y/n ?", May asked as she was doing some pancakes.

"Yes thank you May ! It smells super nice !"

"I was waiting for Peter to get up to prepare them but I'll just make some new one for him..."

"Oh, I'm sure he should be here in any minute", you claimed.

Ned stared at you with a suspicious look but didn't say anything. In fact, Peter's cute sleepy head popped from the corridor and he greeted everyone except you.

"Why aren't you greeting y/n ?", Ned asked frowning.

Peter shrugged and you then exchanged a knowing smile. Ned didn't ask anything else.

You left early, before noon. Vision was waiting for you to go visit Wanda. You said goodbye and thanked May for the hospitality. Ned left with you and you decided to walk together since his apartment was short before the Stark Tower. Peter insisted to escort you and came with you.

Ned joined his flat after a wave and you continued the walk with Peter. As soon as Ned wasn't there anymore, Peter reached for your hand. A smile lit up your face when you saw his cute face all happy to hold your hand. He was probably thinking about how many times he had wanted to do it but contained himself. You kissed him sweetly.

You reached the Tower after a few minutes. In front of the door, you turned around and placed your hands around Peter's neck. You rubbed your nose against his and he smiled stupidly.

"Dork", you whispered in his ear and bit it.

"Hot bad ass girl", he replied raising his eyebrows and placing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Your smile faded when you thought about what was awaiting. You didn't know how you'd find Wanda and how things would go. You actually was a bit mad at Tony for locking them up in a cell. Peter noticed it and tilted his head.

"Do you want me to come ?"

He obviously had understood what was bothering you.

"Thanks Peter...but I'm gonna be alright", you replied not convinced at all and with a fake smile.

You were waiting for him to protest but he stood silent.

"I will be there with you, alright ? Call me if you need it."

You smiled sweetly.

"You are the best."

He leaned a bit to kiss you and your tightened your arms around his neck. You opened the door and gave him a one last kiss before going in.

You were in the plane to the prison and couldn't stop your hands to crack your knuckles. Not more than a minute of flight and you were already visualising all the worst case scenarios. Vision noticed it and kneeled in front of you.

"I'm anxious too you know. What if she is mad at us ? How is she ?"

You changed a look and shook your head, trying to get rid of the images you had in mind.

"But Tony made sure that they would all be alright", he added with a smile.

You bit your cheek and hugged him.

"Thanks for everything Vision."

He nodded and kissed your forehead for the first time. You tried to hide your surprise, but he was constantly becoming more human and adopting small gestures that you weren't used to see him do.

Vision turned his head suddenly and you see him rolled his eyes. This too was a new thing. You were intrigued by his reaction but neither of you said anything about it and you just forgot it.

You felt better for several minutes then decided to head to the bathroom. You positioned yourself in front of the mirror and felt your heart beating faster. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink.

Two hands paused on your shoulders softly and wrapped around your body. You immediately turned around and grabbed the first thing in metal that you saw with your powers, in this case, the necklace you were wearing. The person instantly moved away, probably not wanting to risk his life.

"Peter ?", you yelled when you noticed his Spider-man costume.

His mask was off and he waved at you with a guilty smile.

"Hi ?"

"What are you doing here ?"

"I couldn't let you go like this, alone", he replied as he took a step forward.

When he saw that you were blinking still trying to process everything, he added :

"In my defense, I told you about it. I said exactly : I will be there with you..."

You shook your head in disbelief, still not knowing how to react.

"I told you that I was-"

"You weren't alright y/n ! You were about to have a panic attack if I hadn't intervened !", he exclaimed, trying to justify himself.

"Instead you gave me a heart attack !", you answered back.

He rubbed his head and said :

"Vision knows I'm here. He saw me."

"That's why he acted weird before..."

There was a moment of silence then :

"You were wearing your suit under your clothes earlier ?", you asked.

He nodded and shrugged. You stared blankly at him then throw yourself at him and kissed him.

"I guess this means you're not angry ?"

You chuckled.

"You're the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, how can I be mad ?", you smiled.

He blinked and tried to say something.

"I'm your-we are...you want to be my girlfriend", he stated with a stupid smile.

You rolled your eyes, kissed him once more and took his hand to pull him out.

"Come on, let's get back to the cabin."

"Alright, girlfriend", he said with biggest grin.

You shook your head, a soft smile displayed on your face.

The flight lasted less than you expected and Peter supported you all along, is thumb constantly rubbing the back of your hand. You set foot on an aircraft carrier that emerged from underwater. This place was secure, you didn't mess with the state... There were several guards waiting for you, that checked everything before letting you in. If Vision entered without too much of an hesitation, you stopped in front of the door. Peter kissed your cheek and you followed Vision.

You went in a circular room, and all around you, there were the members of the team. They were wearing some weird blue suits, sitting in their cells. You turned around and stopped when you saw Wanda. A tear was falling from your eye.

"Tony didn't they would end up here. He did everything he could to prevent this", Vision stated.

Peter squeezed your hand but you were too focus on Wanda to react to anything. She turned around and saw. She jumped on her feet and placed her hands on the bars.

"Y/n", she murmured.

And you couldn't hold it any longer. A mix of desperation, anger, sadness, boiled in your veins and you released your power. All went black.

Tag list : @double-leo

#peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #reader x peter parker #spiderman #spidey #spidey x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #tom holland #polaris #maximoff family #wanda maximoff #part 3 #Vision #wanda x vision #Scarlet Witch

[overwatchworks]

Mcgenji Week!

Mcgenji Week: Survival

Here’s another previous Mcgenji week work!

Jesse was hunting around the data archives of the computer that Blackwatch had just hacked for him, searching for a select few files that they needed. He scrolled through the titles, eyes constantly moving and darting to things that looked like what they needed only to be disappointed.

“Hurry up.” Genji griped next to him, the ninja still crouching and gripping his wakizashi, red eyes glowing slightly in the dim lighting.

“I’m workin’ on it...!” Jesse hissed through clenched teeth, finding the file titled ‘Red Rise’ and clicking it with a triumphant little noise. It started to download onto the flash drive that was hooked up to the computer, and the cowboy continued to search for the next one.

“McCree, hurry up dammit! Something’s not right!” Genji growled, shaking Jesse’s shoulder and getting a smack in response.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m goin’ as fast as I can.”

Jesse’s comm buzzed and he rolled his eyes at the new distraction before jamming his fingers against it to activate the speaker.

“Yeah boss, I know, I’m workin’ on it, as fast as I fuckin’ can.”

“McCree, Shimada, you need to get out of there now, you’ve got twenty hostiles coming your way from the East. We’re already choked up here, I can’t afford to send backup.” Reyes told them in his usual calm and commanding tone, but Jesse could tell he was worried.

“How much time ya reckon we got?” Jesse asked as he clicked the second file he needed, scrolling even faster now.

“Not enough, now move your asses!”

“Boss, this is the only chance we got at this. Tell me. How much time have I got?” Jesse demanded, eyes flicking back and forth continuously at this point, Genji pacing at his side. This mission was too important to just leave half finished, these files too detrimental to their next step to take out one of the largest suppliers of the blackmarket Talon used in the United States. He and Reyes both knew that, and Jesse was willing to take some risks to get the job done.

“Shit, two minutes max, okay? So get what we need and haul ass, you got it?”

“I hear ya Jefe.” Jesse affirmed curtly, switching the comm off and focusing completely on finding the last file they needed. His eyes scanned over the words until they stopped on what he needed, and he quickly clicked on it, pumping his fist. Now all they had to do was wait a few seconds for it to download.

“Jesse...Jesse they’re coming...”

Jesse ignored Genji’s warnings, waving him off with an irritated grunt and throwing a glance over his shoulder. The hall was still quiet and empty, but it wouldn’t be for long.

“Jesse...Come on we have to go.” Genji muttered, tugging on the cowboy’s sleeve as Jesse pulled the flash drive out of the computer and tucked it into a pocket that zipped up.

“An’ we’re done here. Let’s go.”

Genji grabbed his arm and immediately took off, Jesse having to sprint to keep up with the ninja’s pace. They ran down the hall and scrambled around a corner, Jesse sliding from the sharpness of it but managing to keep his feet beneath him. Genji then did his fancy double jump onto a higher level of the building when they came to a foyer, Jesse glaring.

“A little help would be nice since some of us don’t have kick ass enhancements!” He called, Genji rolling his eyes as he reached down to help pull Jesse up.

“Come on Jesse, get on your feet!” Genji teased, Jesse grumbling and about to retort when a bullet went whizzing past his ear.

“Oh shit!”

“Jesse?!”

The gunslinger ducked down lower, shoving Genji along and jogging until they reached the corner, where Jesse pulled out his gun and pressed his back against the wall, the ninja doing the same next to him. There was the sound of heavy boots hitting the metal flooring coming towards them, along with tactical gear and weapons shifting together with movement. They were definitely going to be outnumbered.

“Ya ready?” He asked, Genji nodding sharply with his hand gripping his wakizashi, body tense.

“Now!”

Jesse turned the corner, his gun hovering over Genji’s shoulder as the ninja deflected the bullets coming at them and keeping them safe. Jesse downed six in one go, quickly reloaded, then hit another six before Genji’s arm started to slow from all the fire on them.

“Back, get back.” The ninja shouted over the blasts of gunfire, and Jesse rolled behind the wall once more, Genji darting after him not a split second later. Jesse was about to ask if he was okay when he heard a very specific clicking sound, and his eyes widened as he scrambled to get up and pull Genji out of the way.

“Grenades!” Was all he managed to get out before Genji slammed into him from the force of the explosion, the both of them thrown out of the hall with a billow of smoke and fire. Jesse’s back and head hit the wall on the opposite side of where they just were with a wet sounding crunch, Genji’s body hitting his own and knocking the breath out of him as the metal points of his faceplate slashed a cut open across the cowboy’s cheek, the ninja’s head shattering his nose. Jesse cursed when he could breathe again, spitting blood and dragging his screaming body into a kneeling position as he rolled Genji over.

“Hey, Gen, wake up. Come on wake up wake up wake up!” Jesse yelled, ears still ringing from the explosion, Genji’s head lolling in his lap as the dust started to settle. The gunslinger cursed, then looked down at the ninja’s legs, eyes widening and breathing in sharply. Genji’s prosthetics were mangled and severed horribly, one of them completely missing while the other hung on by a few sparking wires, a mixture of blackish red liquid dripping from the wounds.

“Oh fuck, shit fuck fuck...Gen? Gen can ya hear me? Come on, please I need ta know yer okay...” Jesse muttered, mostly to himself, though Genji groaned softly after another moment. The gunslinger didn’t have time to be relieved though, the hostiles that had shot at them coming from a different hall this time since the other had been blown apart, their boots loud in Jesse’s oversensitive ears. A sudden static noise filled the cowboy’s head, and he grunted in pain, pulling the ruined comm out of his ear and tossing it to the ground angrily.

“Fuck! Shit, no no...”

Jesse searched Genji for his comm, unable to find anything that even remotely resembled one, and he glared in frustration. That was their only way to communicate with the rest of the team, the only way to get help and evac. The sound of running had the cowboy’s head whipping around, and he scooped up Genji’s limp form quickly before taking off in the opposite direction. It was up to him to get them out of this now, up to him to get them through this alive, to survive, and Jesse was damn sure that he wasn’t going to let Genji die. 

He could only run at full speed for so long-his whole body protesting with every step and every shift of Genji in his arms, and it all throbbed painfully-but he still managed to get them down a level. Jesse wasn’t about to jump out any windows or try to run across roofs with Genji unconscious in his arms, so he would have to get to the ground level to escape. There was an alleyway that led to the heart of the city on the North side of the building, and if he could get there, it would be pretty easy to blend in with the crowd enough to find a safe place to call in a rendezvous if Genji still had a working comm. Jesse focused on that, not the pounding footsteps behind him, the pain wracking his entire body, or his ragged breaths, just surviving. 

The cowboy chanced a glance over his shoulder-eight men chasing after them-then he shifted Genji, tossing him over one shoulder and pulling out Peacekeeper with his free hand. Jesse took a steadying breath in, then spun abruptly, time seemingly slowing as the air around him got a red tint as it grew heavy and hot, letting his breath out slowly. He locked on to each of his targets in turn, bullets whizzing past him in an odd silence as Jesse tuned everything out but this, like the world itself was zeroing in on this moment just for him. Jesse’s finger tightened on the trigger, and eight shots rang out, a rush of sound and colour flooding the gunslinger’s senses as eight bodies hit the floor in a spray of blood with a bullet square between the eyes.

He cursed and doubled over slightly, his eye burning as he slapped his hand over it, but he didn’t have time to focus on it. Jesse hoisted Genji and continued to jog down the halls, going down a flight of stairs at a haphazard speed before skidding to a panicked stop. Ten men turned to stare at him, but the gunslinger already had his gun out again, locking on to their heads before they could even raise their own weapons. Jesse shouted in pain after the bullets hit their mark, and this time he dropped Genji, falling to his knees and clutching at his head. This power came with a price, and Jesse always paid his dues. After a moment of breathing heavily and only the sounds of static and echoing gunshots filling his head, the cowboy focused on Genji once more, unable to fully open his right eye.

“Hey, ya alright? ‘M sorry ‘bout that...”

Genji’s eyelids fluttered but stayed closed, the skin that could be seen on him a sickly pale colour.

“Shit, yeah we gotta hurry outta here huh?” Jesse muttered to himself, wincing as he picked Genji up once more and reloaded Peacekeeper. Jesse stumbled towards the door on the other side of the foyer they were in, and beyond the glass was the pitch black of night. The gunslinger listened at the door for any sounds of movement or voices, and he cursed quietly when he heard more than a few shouting about the previous gunshots. Jesse ducked behind the wall, setting Genji down against it and making a ‘stay’ motion with his hands.

“Okay, okay okay okay. One more time. That’s all I need, then we’ll be relatively safe. Please, just one more time.” Jesse murmured under his breath, pulling out Peacekeeper and hefting her weight before closing his eyes. He let out a steady breath, slow and controlled, then spun out from where he was hiding, eyes snapping open with vision engulfed in red so dark it was almost black. Peacekeeper seemed to rise slower than usual, was heavier in hand, and everything around him was moving sluggishly. Jesse could see the bullets leaving the chambers of his attacker’s guns, could have watched them fly past if he didn’t feel like his body was being engulfed in a flame. One of them grazed dangerously against his temple, a numbed burning sensation flaring up at the wound, blood dripping off the bullet as it continued past him, but he ignored it. Pulling the trigger took more strength than it ever had before while using Deadeye, but his aim was still true, leaving another eleven people dead in its wake. This time Jesse screamed as his full senses came back, his revolver falling to the floor with a loud clatter as he stumbled and slumped against the wall with his hands gripping at his head. His breath came in heavy heaves, and the cowboy’s eye felt like it had been shot, head pounding and spinning at the same time.

“God...Fuck, shit...Son of a motherfuckin’ bitch...” Jesse gasped, gently wiping his eye and cursing some more when his fingers came back slick with blood. He was pretty sure it was swollen shut after all the use, and he knew that it wouldn’t work again if they happened to run into anymore hostiles.

“Goddammit...Okay, alright...Fuckin’ hell this hurts...” Jesse hissed, slowly making his way back to Genji after recollecting Peacekeeper and collapsing next to him for just a moment.

“...Jesse...?” Genji’s voice came as barely a whisper, and the gunslinger looked over at him, his good eye widening.

“Gen? Ya alright? Can ya hear me?”

“Mmm...Yeah, I’m...What the hell happened to you...?” The ninja’s eyes fluttered open as he spoke and his brows were furrowed low, Jesse giving him a bloody but toothy grin.

“Got hit by a grenade and shot! Now come on, we gotta move!”

Genji made an incredulous sound as Jesse hoisted him once more, running out into the street and then the alley as the ninja flailed.

“Wait what?! Jesse, where are we going?! Where the hell are my fucking legs?!”

“We’re gonna go get some evac an’ I don’t have a fuckin’ clue where at least one of yer legs are, got lost in the explosion, sorry! The other is still kinda there though! Does yer comm still work?”

“How did I lose my FUCKING LEGS JESSE?!”

“Yer comm darlin’, does it still work?”

“OH MY GOD HOW IN THE HELL—“

“GENJI, YER COMM!”

“RIGHT YES! Sorry, I’ll just worry about my missing limbs later, sure. My comm still works.”

“Fuck yeah! Give it here!”

Genji messed around with the clasps on his helmet for a moment before his comm was dropped into Jesse’s hand, and he wasted no time in turning it on while he ran.

“Boss? McCree reportin’, Agent Shimada an’ I need immediate evac at our location, preferably with a doc or two.”

There was a moment of static and silence before Reyes’ smooth voice cut through the line.

“Jesus christ, you two fuckheads survived...?”

“Aw, don’t sound so excited, yer makin’ me blush.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Alright, we’re on our way now. Stay there, eta five minutes.”

“Thank ya kindly Jefe.”

Jesse grinned, setting Genji down carefully after they were properly hidden and lowering himself next to the ninja with a pained grunt. Genji stared at him, then just barely brushed his faceplate against Jesse’s bruised and swollen cheek in a little kiss, taking his hand and squeezing it lightly.

“You look like you got hit by a car. Multiple times.”

Jesse laughed, then groaned at the pain it caused in his ribs.

“Feel like it too...”

“Are you okay?” Genji asked, tone nonchalant but worry dancing in his eyes as he inspected all the wounds and blood covering the cowboy.

“‘M great darlin’. Except fer some internal bleedin’, probably, an’ I ain’t got a clue what my eye is doin’, but it ain’t nothin’ ta worry ‘bout!” Jesse told him through a grin, interrupted by him spitting crimson onto the concrete before he went back to smiling. Genji gave him a slightly disturbed look and huffed a laugh, then sighed and shifted as much as he could without his legs.

“Oooookay. Whatever you say, cowboy.”

They leaned against one another for support until the drop ship came for them, Reyes striding out along with the medical team as Jesse threw his arms into the air.

“We’re alive!!!” He cheered, Genji throwing up a peace sign next to him through the completely bored expression of his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up and get on the ship cabrón.” Reyes sighed, relief making his shoulders sag as he helped the doctors get the two agents on the ship and back home.

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#mcgenji #mcgenjiweek #previous mcgenji week prompt #jesse mccree #genji shimada #WhiskeyWrites #fanfic #gabriel reyes

[the-revisionist]

prompt!: 17) things you said that I wish you hadn’t - Caroline/Gillian

 Thank you for the prompt, @ylizam!

PG-ish, angst-lite, nothing too heavy, just a lot of swears as usual (as the title indicates). Oh, and post-series 4. 

the master class in fuck-ups

Perhaps it was too good to last. Or not good enough. Eitherway it doesn’t matter, Gillian thinks—she was bound to fuck it up one way oranother.

She’s paced back and forth on the path from the barn to thehouse about twenty times this morning while the judicious sky spat rain at her,and when the rain stopped and she got bored with the path she circled theperimeter of the barn as if she were a soldier on night patrol, seeing monstersand enemies in every twitching stalk of grass, in the hulking shuffle of boredsheep, in the reflection of every mud puddle. Phantoms all. Who she reallyfears is in the house making tea and preparing lunch—Caroline, who had arrivedearlier this morning. They are to spend a rare day together without familyabout in pursuit of leisurely eating, drinking, talking, and—under whatcurrently passes for normal circumstances between them these days—shagging.

This occasional falling-into-bed-or-whatever’s-convenientstarted nearly four months ago, during a propitious weekend when children werewith their respective fathers, parents were on a “theatrical retreat”—whateverthe fuck that had meant, Gillian couldn’t be bothered to figure out because whileher father was telling her about it she was too busy watching Caroline’s graceful,sensual stretch as she rose from the dinner table—and beautiful young shagbuddies were finally out of the picture because apparently Olga’s considerable patiencewith the likes of Caroline had finally been exhausted. It seemed inevitablethat years of mixed signals and missed opportunities, several bottles of wine,a perpetually chilly house, and an extremely boring nature documentary on sea spongeswould yield over the following months an embarrassment of intimate riches:  two blissful nights in Caroline’s bed,clandestine snogging in motor vehicles, frantic awkward dry humping on couches,innocuous-looking sleepovers that provided cover for sneaking out of masterbedrooms at dawn, and dozy looks across dining room tables.

Caroline seemed more than content with the state of affairsand Gillian thought it was grand too, if only because it played to herstrengths. She excelled at sneaking around; indeed, if stealthy romanticrendezvouses had been a subject at school, she would have had a first everytime. But when it came to fucking it all up, she was no mere student: She was amaster at the craft. In this fictitious academia she would be the teacher, thementor, the wizened professor—well, by now she would be Dean of TwatbrainCollege, sniffing her disdainful, gin-addled way through master classes withaspirant fuck-up students, casually dispensing gems of self-sabotage: If you ever have the opportunity to sleepwith the ex of someone you’re infatuated with, by all means, carpe diem, carpetosser.

The most important lesson, of course, she would save forlast: Nah, see, when you’ve got it goingon with a wonderful, kind, beautiful, intelligent person who’s made it prettyclear she’s in no way, shape, or form prepared for anything remotely seriousrelationship-wise, you need to drink about four Jagerbombs, grab your shitmobile, and after midnight call her on some ridiculous pretext and thencasually let drop that you love her.

As perfectly executed last night. She doesn’t even rememberwhat she had been rambling on about, or how the conversation turned in such away that she started talking about feelings—of all the horrible fucking thingsto talk about, even sober—but drowsily and drunkenly the dreaded I love you spilled out of her mouth andinto the velvety night, where it was greeted with digital silence. Then sheremembers going into a panic and babbling about cake. Caroline eagerly took upthe subject matter, recalling a perfect chocolate cake her mother made for hersixteenth birthday and this was, quite possibly, the nicest thing she’d eversaid about Celia. This morning Gillian woke with despair lining her mouth likecracked leather and an unsurprising urge for the perfect seven-layer cake she’dhad at a tea shop the other week while lunching with Gary.

Arriving later this morning Caroline had been awkwardlypolite, a throwback to when they first met and were, for the sake of theirparents, desperately trying not to eviscerate one another with sarcastic barbs,sneering commentary, and furious eye rolls.  Gillian wasn’t certain why she had even botheredcoming, but while Caroline bustled about in the kitchen as if she actuallyowned it and excelled at small talk, Gillian reverted to numpty mode, stammeredan excuse—actually, it was a melodramatic declaration of the sheep need me!—and bolted for the sanctuary of the barn.

And that is where matters stand: she, pacing around outsidelike a hungry wolf—indeed, it is a sad commentary on the state of things whenthe shepherdess  sees herself as a wolf—andCaroline inside and reigning over her bloody kitchen.  But when she’s completed another lap aroundthe barn she comes out toward the house and sees Caroline standing at the edgeof the stone wall, the very same place where they’ve sat dozens of timestalking, where they first spoke honestly and kindly to one another. She lookslike a painting, with her bold stance and blonde hair whipping defiantlyagainst the sickly white and slate gray of the sky and land: woman versusvalley.

Summoning a sliver of courage, Gillian sucks in a lungful ofair and walks over.

At the sound of her trundling Caroline breaks communion withthe land and turns around, smiling inscrutably in a manner that, Gillian knows,is the result of ruthless self-training for so many years.  “Tea’s ready. Came out to get you, but Icouldn’t find you.”

“Sorry. Just, ah—checking on things.”  Gillian shuffles, kicks at a stone that she’sbeen kicking at and apologizing to for as long as she’s owned the farm. Sorry, stone.

Then Caroline softens slowly, almost imperceptibly, so thatwhen she smiles again—ruefully, this time—Gillian once again feels the drunkenlovestruck fool she was last night and quickly looks away.

“I’m the one who should be saying sorry,” Caroline says asshe squints at the horizon.  “I’m sorry Iwas weird last night about the—the thing you said.”

“The thing,” Gillian echoes.

“Yeah, the thing.”

“You mean, the, uh, oh—” Gillian groans and her voice leapsup into a register of frustration typically reserved for the male of thespecies. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Mischievous, Caroline says, “You don’t want to say itagain?”

“Well, no, I mean—I, I m-meant it, but it makes youuncomfortable—”

Caroline interrupts gently. “It doesn’t. But that isn’t thething I’m talking about. Because I love you too—it was just what you saidbefore that—”

Gillian blinks wildly, thinks she has misheard, thinks thestone precipice wobbles like pudding under her feet. “Come again?” She shakesher head vigorously. “Wait, wait. What—what did I say before that?”

It takes a moment for Caroline to summon it up; she has toclose her eyes for several seconds and then stare out at the landscape again. “Yousaid, ‘I would die for you.’”

“Oh.” Regrettably it all comes back to Gillian now, thatgreat river of drunken hyperbole leading up to the simple, salient statement offact: You know you are very important tome, right? I would do anything for you, I would fight every battle for you, Iwould die for you.

“It unsettled me a little—well, a lot. You know? Just thethought of losing someone important again. Just like that. Like—you know. I couldn’t bear the thought of it.”

Speechless and beyond mortified, Gillian now wishes the wallwould collapse and the valley consume her whole. Fearing tears, she pinches thebridge of her nose.

“Hey.” Caroline steps closer, touches her arm, and pulls herinto a hug. “Don’t be upset—there’s nothing to be upset about. It’s all right.You said nothing wrong.  I know it’s justa figure of speech. And I was thinking about it on the drive over and realized Iwas looking for anything to focus on, to pick at other than what you were actuallysaying. You understand? I’m not ready for any sort of big, grand—romance or relationshipor whatever right now, but I do love you and you make me happy, what we havetogether makes me happy.”

“Oh.” Gillian pulls back and stares at her. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

This affirmation comes so casually and confidently thatGillian’s chest tightens and she struggles to breathe properly. She paces in a tightcircle and, hoping to catch a breath, bends over a little. Fucking figures, shethinks: I’ve inherited my father’s weakheart and now I’m going to have a heart attack and die after she says she lovesme and after I said the stupid thing and now she will be completely traumatizedfor life, now there’s epic fucking up for you, I have reached the nextlevel.  

“Are you hyperventilating?” Caroline asks unhelpfully.

She’s staring at dirt and pebbles and Caroline’s ratherexpensive and shiny new hiking boots. Considering that the only place Carolinehikes to is Sainsbury’s, it seems unnecessarily twatty.  “Reckon that’s the correct term for it, yeah,”she manages to say between a bout of heavy, laborious breathing.

“I’m not going to have to take you to A&E, am I? I’vegot coq au vin in your wretched oven—if I don’t watch it carefully it’ll burn.”

“Coq au vin?” Gillian wheezes.  “I’m not—the bloody queen, why would you makes-something fancy—you are so f-f—ridiculous.”

“Gosh, I’m so sorryfor trying to do something nice for you, and please stop hyperventilating.”

Gillian straightens and, finally, catches her breath. “Shit,wish you hadn’t said all that. Think I need a lie-down. Or a glass of wine.”

“It’s not even noon.”

“All right, all right, just some whiskey in my tea then, I’ll beright as rain.”

“That’s not any better.”

Gillian rolls her eyes. “Aw, fuck off and stop nagging me,woman!” she shouts while stomping toward the house, leaving Caroline alone toconfront the Yorkshire panorama.

Indeed, Caroline folds her arms and glares at the stubbornlygray sky and hills, which are as immutable, infuriating, and starkly beautifulas that goddamn woman who is still muttering and trudging up the muddy pathway.

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes.” She sighs and heads to the house.  There’s a coq au vin that needs tending.

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