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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 7 months

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DAY TWELVE: Shower Sex w/ CDC!Daryl Dixon

a/n: Omg y'alls tags on your reblogs of my posts make me giggle. There's an equal amount of thirst to yall just being plain old funny! I love all my silly little gooses!! Thank you for the support!

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At first the CDC just felt like a fantasy, a great idea, but unreachable. But there was something about the way in which Rick spoke about it that sparked the last bit of hope that had been residing in your chest.

The fall had taken everything from you: you parents, siblings, relatives, a job that you had worked your ass off to get; but the worst part is, it put your relationship with Daryl on hold. You knew it was only because he was afraid of losing you, but it was like you missed him even though he was right there. So, when an opportunity to be a couple again arose, you took it.

"Why haven't ya showered yet?" He asked while walking in your shared quarters — which had been Daryl's insistence when you tried to claim one for yourself.

You looked up from the book you were reading on the miniature sofa in the room. "I figured we could shower together. I tried to find you while everyone else was, but I didn't know where you were." He only grunted, chewing on a hangnail nervously.

"Ya wanna shower with me?" He asked sheepishly. You smiled softly, setting the book face down and standing up to take his large, callused hands in yours. "Of course, babe. Why wouldn't I?" He just shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno… figured ya wouldn' want me to see ya… ya know… like tha'."

"Just because it seems like we aren't dating doesn't mean you're not my boyfriend." You reassured the archer. "Now c'mon before there's no more hot water left."

He allowed you to lead him to the showering quarters where you had begun to remove your clothes. He looked away bashfully, the tips of his ears turning red.

"D!" You giggled. "It's nothing you hadn't seen before. Now strip!" You commanded playfully. You kicked off your pants and panties, stripping off your shirt and sports bra before standing bare before him.

He had stripped down to nothing as you approached one of the enclosed showers. You twisted the knob and hot water sprayed down your sweat and dirt covered skin, drawing a blissful sigh from between your lips.

"Oh, Daryl! This is wonderful! You gotta get in here!" You cheered, standing under the head of it. You allowed the water to soak the front of your body, your head tipped back in relaxation.

You felt his warm body before you heard the door slide shut. You smiled gently when you felt his hands land on your plush hips, the hunter placing his chin in the crease of your neck. You squirmed at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin.

"It's been too long since we've been alone, huh?" You asked carelessly. You reached up an arm to massage at his scalp and he purred in delight. "Mhm." He agreed with a hum.

He let his hands wander up and down your body, his fingertips skimming over your nipple. You knew he didn't mean too, that he was just simply worshiping your body without any lustful intent behind his touches, but God, it's been so fucking long.

"Do that again. Please." You plead breathlessly. "Okay." His voice was gruff and deep as his palms cupped your breasts, twisting your nipples and teasing them just the way he remembered you liked.

You moaned softly, head falling back on his shoulder as he placed sweet kisses all up and down your skin. Your body heated up unashamedly, core dampening with each twist of his skillful fingers.

"'Missed you so much. Missed this."

"Missed ya too, sunshine." His hands descended down your torso to your weeping cunt. The rough pads of his fingers teased your labia, stroking it up and down in fluid motions before sinking two digits into you slowly.

"Ah! — shit." You gasped at the stretch of the intrusion. Your hips jolted out in an attempt to fuck yourself on his fingers; but with him, you never had to beg. He'd give you anything you'd ask for and tenfold.

"I gotcha, I gotcha." He cooed, lips settling near your ear so you could listen to his ragged breathing.

The only thing that could be heard over the splashing of the water was the squelch of your cunt followed by your ecstasy ridden moans. His fingers continually curled against your g-spot. You felt your stomach tighten, your grip on his hair tightening as well.

"I'm gonna cum, Daryl!" You gasped. You were on the precipice of pleasure, but you needed just a little bit more to push you over the edge. As if reading your mind, he inserted a finger and the pad of his thumb circled your clit.

"Cum f'me, sunshine." He demanded softly, a light rasp following his words. "Fuck!" You cried out, body quivering as your orgasm overtook you.

You could feel his hardness poking your back as he resumed his soft kisses to help bring you back down from your high.

"Don' gotta keep goin' if ya don' wanna."

"I wanna keep going, D. Please. 'S been too long." You begged, pressing your ass on his hard-on. He choked on a grunt, palms squeezing your wide hips. "Okay." He said thickly.

He turned you around, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck. He walked you back barely even a step before your back touched the surprisingly cool tile.

"'Wanna see ya." There was a sheepish look on his face at his own admission. "I wanna see you too, baby." You agreed, bringing your lips to his as they joined together in an amorous embrace.

He wrapped one of your legs around his hip, his tip poking at your folds. He reached a free hand down to guide his cock to your entrance where he slowly penetrated you.

You broke the kiss by your head falling back, your jaw slightly dropping at the intrusion.

"Fuck." You both called out in tandem when he bottomed out inside of you.

You spent a few moments catching your breath, but as need twisted in your gut, you squeezed down on him, pulling a bellowing groan from him.

"Please move, Dar."

You didn't need to tell him twice. He pulled out, before slamming into you, a loud slap resounding throughout the showers. You were glad that you decided to wait for him.

He tried to keep up a slow pace, but your noises and gummy walls beckoned him, sucking him greedily in an attempt to take him for all that he was worth.

You knew you'd be sore later with every smack of his toned hips to the insides of your plush thighs.

"Ya feel so good, sweetheart." He growled, his tip prodding at your g-spot with each thrust. "You feel good too!" You repeated back to him. "God, I missed you so much." You recalled once more, pulling the man to your body so there wasn't an inch of space left between the two of you.

"Missed ya too, sweetpea. 'Gonna make you cum real good, alrigh'?" You nodded fastly in excitement. "Need it." Your response was simple, but he knew it held a heavier meaning behind it.

You knew that you were going to cum soon, and if Daryl's dick twitching was any consolation, he was right behind you.

"I want you to cum with me, baby." He nodded, "I will, I will." He repeated breathlessly.

Your bodies worked in sync to bring the other to their climax, and when they were successful, Daryl was quick to pull out of you, jerking off before he exploded on the floor; whilst you rubbed your clit to completion.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asked. "Yeah," You responded with a heaving chest. "Just a little worried about the fact that the water feels a little chilly."

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bucknastysbabe · 9 months

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Here’s a little blurb from an unfinished western I was writing featuring Bucky❤️❤️❤️

Down By the River - B. Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Western!Au, Outlaw!bucky, the reader has a bounty on her, but they fall in love DUH, dirty sweet talk, dry humping, somno for like 2 secs, vaginal play, sweet sweet orgasms for all, INNOCENCE KINK

A/N: Figured I’d just post since it’s been a minute and it’s sitting in my notes

You awoke early, still dark outside. Listening out you could only hear the usual wind and flowing water. Steve was snoring lightly a tent away. You shifted and gasped in shock. Bucky enveloped you further, tucking his stubbled chin on the crook of your neck. His very, oh lord, hard member was plump and hot against your behind.

You shifted again, earning a soft moan. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt arousal but desperately wanted to make the big bad wolf come undone by the lamb. In a slow slide you rolled your ass against his thinly clothed cock. You were in a thin dress yourself.

He groaned again, clutching at your belly tightly. Bucky’s breathing sped up slightly but he was still out to the world. Your cheeks felt hot at the sinfulness but couldn’t find to care as you rutted harder. He let out a softer noise this time, mumbling, “Darlin’ too soon, oh god, don’ stop.”

The pair of you were rutting like dogs in the dirt now. Your breathing had reached a staccato from arousal and excitement. Bucky was whimpering— the quietest little ones but sweet as pie. He whined, “G-gonna, fuck, lamb!” He whined lowly through his nose, seed wetting both of your garments. You could feel him grinning against you now, goosebumps trailing up your spine.

“That’s a nice wake up call,” he rumbled with little kisses to your shoulder and neck. You stammered, “Ooh- I- I don’t know.” He grinned against your sensitive skin, stubble rubbing it raw. Bucky crooned into your ear, “Lemme pay you back sweetpea.”

You turned to face dark blues and a smirk.

“Jus’ keep quiet, Stevie’ll throw a fit, the old maid.” You whimpered softly as a calloused hand made its way up your thighs. You had no underwear on, the undergarments set out to be washed later. He chuckled, “Good girl.” You bit your lip when thick fingers swiped through your weeping slit.

He moaned, “Oh sweet girl, you’re all wet for me. Bet it aches, don’t it?” You nodded profusely, whining his name with need. Those thick fingers slipped deeper into your cunt, delving into your tight hole. You bit down on your knuckles at the stretch, hiding back a yelp. Bucky cooed and pressed sweet kisses to your cheek.

He murmured, “Oh you’re a tight one. We’ll get there sweetheart, lemme show ya’ something fun. Praying away those needs huh.”

You gasped and squirmed as his slickened digits settled in a vee on the apex of your pussy, sliding the swollen nub between his fingers. A jolt of white-hot sensation zipped up your spine, the cry almost not caught by Buck. “Ssssh, I know it feels good baby girl, shhh.”

He slowly worked you up into a frenzy just lazily sliding back and forth until tears pricked at your eyes. You whimpered, “James, please? I- I’m so achy.” His blues rolled back and the brunette cooed, “Oh poor baby never had her pretty kitty played with. I gotcha, don’t worry about a thing. Sweet little lamb.”

He directed his two fingers on top of your swollen bud and circled quickly. Your mouth fell open, strangled gasps and whimpers exiting. Involuntarily you hooked a thigh behind Bucky’s, spreading yourself open. The sensation was amazing, like your body was lit up all from the singing nerves between your thighs.

“Atta’ girl, you’re shaking for me. Is my pretty doll baby gonna cum for me Hm? Make me wet yeah, c’mon, I can feel you so close.” You gripped his metal hand and held tightly, convulsing around nothing, Bucky’s talking working you through this precipice. You bit into the meat of his neck when you felt like your entire body melted away.

You shook and whined, gushing on his wrist and hand. All you could do was whine his name and stutter ‘oh my, o-oh my.’ Bucky flipped you around to face him, grinning like a predator. His metal hand caressed a cheek as he kissed you gently, pulling back. He murmured, “Gorgeous angel. I oughta lap you up by the river, cumming so pretty like that.” You shyly thanked him, asking about what he meant by ‘lapping’.

#bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

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emerxshiu · 1 month

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FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

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1wingedtraveler · 1 year

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MARI!!! I GOT MY PHONE BACK AHAJDJSJFNNEJDJDJJWJEN😭😭😭

anyways thoughts on fucking xiao stupid and forcing him to muffle his cries while the lanterns get released to the sky and the fireworks set off🤭🤭🤭

A/N: FINALLY I HAVE FINISHED. Since i've been posting mainly brainrots i wanted to write something a bit longer. Sorry for the wait Nobu, please enjoy😤

Xiao x reader

Genre: smut

Mndi

Warnings/notes: you prounous for the reader, cock can read as strap, finger sucking, a bit of exhibitionism, fingering, dom reader

Xiao stood on a top floor balcony in one of liyues hotels. His eyes looked up to the sky. Thanks to the height of the hotel he was able to see lanterns realese into the sky very clearly.

He assumed thats why you dragged him there. Its probably one of best places to see everything even though he insisted staying in wangshuu Inn was enough for him.

He started worring. You were late. Did something happen? His thoughts started going a little wild. His grip on the railing tighten, dropping his gaze from the sky he started to glare at his hands.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar set of hands grip his chest. He felt a hot breath against his ear then a whisper

"You've let your guard down, vigilant yaksha"

"Ack-!"

He jumped like startled cat almost summoning his jade spear. It took him a second to register what just happend. His muscles relaxed a bit after realizing its just you.

It was short lived, a shiver ran up his spine after he felt you kissing the back of his neck. Your hand slowly moving up his shirt.

"W-what are doing? This place is far from proper for these kind of stuff!"

"Shhh, just enjoy the lanterns. Don't worry as long as you stay quiet no one will even notice"

Your hand started caressing his belly and playing with the belt of his pants. His neck was getting wet from saliva coming from your sloppy kisses. They left visible purple marks against his pale skin

Distracted by all the stimuli, he didn't notice your hand unbuckling his belt, letting his pants fall halfway down his legs

"W-Wait its- MGHMM?!"

You shoved fingers in his mouth to quiet him down a bit. Your other hand wrapped around his aleady hard cock and began slowly stroking it.

"Huh~ it looks like this situation excited you quite a bit"

"Mmm~"

Letting out a dazed sigh of delight, he started spacing out, his lips wrapping around your fingers, sucking them mindlessly

Pre-come started leaking from his cock, milking more from his you spread it all over your palm. Taking your fingers out of his mouth, you pushed his torso lower, making him lean on a railing more, leaving his ass in the air

"NGH!-"

He let out a small yelp when you slapped his buttcheek. You started tracing your digit around his hole before slowly inserting it. You felt Xiao tense up a bit so you caressed his back gently to sooth him, scartich lighty where his wings used to be

He let out quiet purr of satisfiaction, relaxing his body and letting you insert second finger into him. Patiently you scissored his ass open, earning soft grunts of pleasure from Xiao

"H-hurry, please, i need you y/n"

You put your body on his your cock poking his entrance, chest pushing against back. You put your lips against his ear

"Didn't you just say it was innappropriate? Tsk, so indecisive. I will give you what you want"

Suddenly you sprung back to straight position, pulling his hips straight on your dick

"AAAHH!- mphff?!"

"Shhh, you supposed to stay quiet remember? We don't want to disturb other guest"

You clasped your hand against xiao's mouth making him strain his neck back. Grabbing his arm you stared pulling him up and down your cock

Xiao felt his shaft hitting his belly, your hips clashed loudly with his ass, it was the only thing he could focus on. He was losing control of his body.

Legs started to shake, cock dripping on the floor. His eyes rolled back when you hit a sweet spot inside him.

Muffled moans where heared all across the balcony, if it wasn't for your hand, all liyue might have heard him.

"Mghh-mhh"

He tried his best warning you however you paid no mind to him, only speeding up your thrusts. Finally you felt him clench around you as his body went completly stiff, cum shooting up from his cock.

"Haah-haah"

He panted as you removed your palm covering his mouth. You caught him as his body went limp. Helping him put his pants up you set him againts the wall. You went back inside and brought back a warm blanket. Taking a seat next to him you buried yourself and Xiao in it

"Happy lantern rite, Xiao"

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #sub genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #sub xiao #xiao x reader #xiao smut

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digital-matchmake · 5 months

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Are ya doing requests? Maybe s/o (crush) that looves to dance? Like, any type of dance (for Jax, Gangle and Kinger) it's help them to stay sane and makes them happy

For example Eastern dance, waltz, hip hop and slow dance? like, sometimes at night they go out into the common corridor and dance a waltz with a mop, or a slow dance, or a belly dance, and then when they see a character, they smilingly offer to join?

(Man I post so much of My au that I forgot that I also do writing to oneshots and stuff) (yes requests are openish but please wait for the rules that I'll do later or soon, depending on my schedule)

Dance the abstraction away

Ever since you've been trapped in this digital circus, you have to do things to keep your mind sane enough to avoid abstraction as the last thing you ever want to lose your sense of self in this seemingly never ending digital life.

So you dance.

It doesn't matter what type of dance, it could be a calm waltz, an upbeat hip hop or even just random movements. It was something that kept your mind busy and it is also something you enjoy, sometimes you even hum alongside your dancing as you imagine yourself in different scenarios with each dance.

The others seem to enjoy to watch you dance, hell Caine even had one adventure dedicated to the gang having to dance alongside you with increasing difficulty that you had to help them dance.

But whenever you have your free time, you find yourself always drawn to dancing in the empty halls, sometimes you see one of your friends and invite them into your dance with an extended hand.

Jax

"Gee sweetcheeks you acting crazy dancing alone in this hall, if I haven't known better I would have thought you were on the verge of abstracting"

He stood there with his arms crossed as you pause in the middle of your waltz with a mop, Jax has always been someone who would comment on your dances with a tease, whether that be like what he said earlier or joke about you scaring the crap out of Kinger whenever he spots you dancing.

You merely respond with a chuckle as you held your hand out to him, since he is already there, why not have a little dance now huh?

Your invitation seem to catch him off guard as his pupils turn into small squares before he regains his composure

"And you expect me to just join you dancing creepily with no music?"

It doesn't have to be with no music, you can hum while you dance!

You spot his cheeks tinge with a bit of dark purple as he looks around before sighing and taking your hand

"Fine but you better not tell anyone bout this or I'll place centipedes in your room"

You guide him through this waltz as the two of you slowly spin as you two held each other's hands, his faint dark purple blush eventually disappearing as he becomes more bold, taking the lead as the waltz, spinning and twirling you around before eventually ending it with dipping you with his face leaning close to yours....

Before he casually drops you on the ground.

"Yer lucky that I like you enough to not drop you while we were spinning"

Gangle

"Wow.. you're so good with dancing..."

Your belly dance came to a sudden stop as you hear the familiar soft voice of Gangle, who stood there whilst fiddling with her ribbon hands, she always seems mesmerized by your dances, you are sure that she often watches you for a while now and you have caught her multiple times watching you but often times she gets scared and ran off before you can approach her.

This time however seems to be your chance as you offer your hand to her, which received a gasp from her as she fiddles with her hands.

"M-me?! U-umm, I don't know... I don't know how to dance.."

Its ok, she can just follow your movements! there's no need to know how to dance like a professional after all, you dance to have fun and entertain yourself.

She stood there as she looks around the hall to make sure that no one is watching before she slowly approach you and wrap her hand around yours gently

"O-ok, I'll try to dance with you"

That's the spirit

You take her into your dance as you sway your hips slowly and fluid like to an make up music as you hum a soft tune, being made out a ribbons, Gangle have a hard time trying to follow your movements exactly as you move, before long her entire body seem to wrap around you like a snake without restricting your movements as you continue your dance with her mask on the side of your head.

It seemed like you were dancing alone but you can feel her still trying to follow along but hey, it seems like she is enjoying it.

Hmm perhaps she can learn ribbon dance with you?

Kinger

"AH! Oh it's just you... what are you doing?"

You jump a bit from your slow dance as Kinger let's out his oh so iconic scream that you are sure he does everyday. Calming down a bit you turn to the king chess piece as he seems to slowly realize

"Oh right! You dance a lot yeah? You sure know how to dance even when alone"

Well at least he still remembers that you dance a lot, knowing how long he has been in this digital world, you see it as a miracle he can still think somewhat alright for someone who is stuck here for who knows how long.

Seeing an opportunity you extend your hand to him to invite him in

"Hmm? You want me to join you dance? Why sure! I can't remember the last time I danced!"

Well he seems happy so that's good!

He takes your hand before he bows, well isn't he just a gentleman? Soon the two of you were dancing in silence in the halls, with your hands on his shoulder and his on your hips as he surprisingly dance quite well! swaying alongside side you.

His movement suggest that he seems to know how to dance!

"..it was like with her"

Huh?

"Huh? Ah!"

He was brought out of his trance state as he jumps back a bit

"Oh it was just you... Sorry what were we doing again?" You sigh, well at least the two of you were able dance for a bit

But you still wondered about what he meant by her?

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus oneshot #oneshot #tadc reader #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #x reader #Wow I actually made something other than my au here!#Shocker!

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tadc-ragatha · 7 months

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I’ve been lurking around your account for a bit so may I suggest a head canon?

Caine says to Pomni that he doesn’t know what’s out there in the void, implying that he doesn’t know how to get the contestants OUT, only knowing how to let them IN the circus. He shows this when he was able to bring Pomni back from the void. I also have a feeling there’s a bigger antagonist in the background hidden, which is not Caine, since the creators of TADC confirmed it. It’d been kinda cool and sad when Caine finds out reader went into the void by accident when exploring the circus, with reader being returned to the circus safe and sound by Caine

Ooh, that's interesting! Since we still don't really know anything I can't give you any suggestions or back you up that much, but I think it's a cool theory! And I mean the Caine only being able to bring people in, because the having-a-bigger-villain part is 100% happening (surely).

I guess it might have to do with the never-ending labyrinth of offices? Like, again, I'm no theory person, but he does say about wanting to have the "exit" ready for people hence why he never showed it. But that could also be me missing an important detail and completely messing up. Because, like, that scene where he's wiggling his fingers and staring off into space didn't read like "I have to hide my surprise!" to me.

If anything, maybe he doesn't want the contestants to leave? Like, he kind of presents himself as a god of sorts, so maybe he's lonely? Sick of being stuck with NPCs? Or maybe, since he's an AI, he's been programmed to keep the humans in the digital world for as long as possible. And the exit was a testing thing for workers/whatever who needed to get out. Or maybe, just maybe, the workers couldn't actually get out, and abstracted because of it (maybe Kinger's the only remaining worker, stuck with the knowledge and memories of what happened to his coworkers--especially Queener!).

My guess for the "big bad" of the series is C&A, whatever that stands for (the corporation seen in the office segment).

As for your mention of the reader, I'm assuming you'd like me to make headcanons for a scenario in which the reader finds some portal or something to the void and nearly gets out but is sucked back into the world. I'll make that in a separate post sometime (though be warned, it won't be accurate to future canon at all).

Anyways, Pomni's face really said it all huh. She'd come so close to getting out, faced the trigger that got her stuck in the digital circus in the first place, and then next thing she knows she's stuck in the void again! I felt so bad for her. Like, she was so convinced she was gonna get out--nobody believed her either--and then she hears Caine telling the group his "exit" was an unfinished surprise! The poor woman.

#amy's originals #the amazing digital circus spoilers #also congrats on being my first ask and first one answered!#also feel free to add to my theory whether it be proof or a rebuttal #tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc theory #i dont know if i should tag the character tags rn #eh screw it #tadc caine #tadc kinger #tadc pomni

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riftwirecrystal · 3 months

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NINJAGO STARSTRUCK AU - SPINJITZU AT 25:00 OPENING

This is the opening of the Ninjago x Project Sekai Nightcord swap.

Hey guys, I worked hard to make sure I kept most of the character's traits present, while coinciding with N25's main story. It would mean a lot if you stopped by to read a bit!!

Harumi Yoisaki

"This isn't right. Maybe if I…? Yes, that works."

My name is Harumi Yoisaki. I am a digital composer.

I would be a second year student of high school, but I do not go to school. I live by myself and complete online courses. My parents used to work in music.

I work in a group. We meet every night on our night chat, Spinjitzu. Ever since my parents were hospitalized I promised to keep doing what they did.

I don't live in a very roomy apartment. I barely pay the rent. Sometimes I will forget to eat.

But, I continue. Because I must compose.

I visit my parents sometimes. They don't wake up. They never will.

Because they are dead. And it's my fault.

So I continue. And the cycle will go on.I must compose.

Even though sometimes it's hard, I continue. Because this is my place. I will save someone.

I just need to keep composing. And soon…I will be able to save someone from the same fate as my parents.

They went out to drive…

"No. I will not think about it. I will keep going. I must save someone…

"My screen lit up.

"Hey Rue, I finished arranging that part for you. Do you want the demo?"

It was from L. He arranges my music and adds lyrics.

"Yes please," I wrote back. He sent the file, and I pressed play.

A harsh, but sweet melody flooded the room. The composition flowed smoothly with the arrangements L did.

"Thank you, L. It sounds good," I typed.

"I'm glad. I think I'm going to log off," he typed back.

So early? That's weird…"Get some sleep! You must be tired, but it sounds good though," typed Nyad.

"Yeah, I heard you had class tomorrow, so rest well," added PIX.

Nyad works with our other member, PIX. Nyad does the art while PIX does the editing.

We post songs and music videos on our shared account, S25. Usually I get slightly more of the cut we make due to my living situation, but I still make sure to give them the amount they deserve too.

We've never met each other face to face, but I find joy in working with the three of them.

Even with that, I'm not doing this for fun.

I must compose.

Lloyd Asahina

I logged off the computer.

I am Lloyd Asahina, a second year high school student.

I glanced at the sheet of music on my desk, then the workbook that’s shoved to the floor.

Guess I should do that then, huh?

I slowly and miserably picked up the book from the ground, then placed it on my desk.

But I couldn't open it.

I didn't want to open it.

But I had to, didn't I?

I had to.

I ended up finishing the notes and assignments I was supposed to take next week.

Hopefully that will be enough…

My mother called from the hallway. "Lloyd? Are you still awake?"

"Yeah. Just finishing some things for next week," I said.

She softly opened the door. "Good. I don't want you being all caught up with those people online again. You know what happened last time. You're so talented and gifted, and I want the best for you… okay?"

It's hard to fight with her. I gave up a long time ago. Now I only hide.

"Yes, mom," I replied.

My mother is Dr. Misako Asahina. She is one of the most famous and world renowned doctors in the world. She has no interest in music, and expects me to take a similar career to her.

But I don't know what I want to do. I don't know who I am.

What do I want to be…?

But I continue to do whatever she says. I don't know why. I just can't defy her, no matter how hard I want to.

I'm supposed to be the best for everyone around me. Why stop now…?

I haven't known myself for a long time now. It's nothing new to feel like this.I can't help it. I still hate it.

But if that's the case, why can't I leave it…?Deep down, I knew the truth.I could not escape.

I have been forever alone.

I hate it.

I hate myself.

I have lost who I am.

Nya Shinonome

For forever, I have wanted to become an artist.

I have many names.

Nya Shinonome, for one.

But I can also be Kai’s sister, a little girl, the loner, etc.

I am all of them.

Yet I am none of what I want to be.

I do not go to school during the day.

I have never been able to choose my own path.

When I try, I am constantly told I’m not good enough.

I should give up.

I should stop trying.

I am not talented.

I am not valued.

But I persevere.

My destiny should be what I make. Not what anyone else says. I will be good enough. I can be good enough.

But am I really?

Yes, I always tell myself.

As I tell myself this again, I get a text message from PIX in the chat.

“Hey Nyad, can I see the storyboard you were working on for the next song?”

I quickly sent her the progress I’d made so far. “Here.”

“Thanks! You’re so talented, I’d never be like you,” she responded.

That made me feel a bit better.

Sometimes it does get hard.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do anything right.

Sometimes I feel completely and utterly useless.

Sometimes I just feel like I want to disappear.

It’s the worst feeling in the world.

But I need to prove everyone who doubted me wrong.It doesn’t matter who tells me I can’t do it.

My parents, my teachers, my brother, none of them.

I will pursue my dream.

Even if it means I’ll have to fight all the doubts clouding my head.

Pixal Akiyama

I sighed.

Everyone else had logged off already.

What do I do now..?

I looked at my bag and remembered the schoolwork due next week.

"I really don't want to do that right now…"

I tried to ignore it and started working on the new music video. My name is Pixal Akiyama. I am a first year high school student.

I use my friend Nyad's art in edits for Rue and L's songs. Lately my inspiration has been lacking. I'm not sure why.

School life isn't much better either. It's been a while since I've talked to Sora… I noticed an influx in people calling me names and avoiding me too. I'm always excluded and made fun of.

I don't know why.

I miss my dad…

My dad is Cyrus Akiyama, a clothing designer with a very different approach to styles. He moved away to work for his company a few months ago.

I haven't had many people to talk to recently.

I miss talking.

It's been so long…

I miss having people to confide in. To run to. To trust.

No one accepts me. And no one will.

I am alone. Forever and ever.

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traitimdoithay · 1 year

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(Thief King Bakura-centric Comic) Nile Kappa Pool (English Translation)

hi there! i came across this comic about thief king bakura learning about kappas and i loved it so much that i had to give translating it a go. it's not often you see non-romantic comics getting passed around that aren't gag comics, so obviously i had to jump on this one. apparently it's a fairly recent one too, being distributed in 2018.

my translations may be a bit off, please feel free to correct me if you see anything that could be translated better! i tried to make the dialogue sound natural in english while also not losing the original meanings. i’ve also typed out all the dialogue under each page cause i did have to fight with the small speech bubbles a bit, so dialogue may be a teeny bit hard to read sometimes. there’s also a few translation notes added too!

Title: Nile Kappa Pool/ナイル河童淵 Author: nmoohha (you can find their distribution notice post here if you’d like to see glimpses of the original digital version!) Summary: TKB meets a boy who tells him about kappas Scans: @super-lovely-collection (thank you for giving me permission to post my translation with your scans!)

i’m also providing a download for people who want to read it more conveniently! i included all the separate pages plus a PDF version :) (the last few pages in the original aren’t included since they’re not part of the story)

Boy: Hey... Boy: Have you ever seen a kappa?

TKB: ... TKB: Ka...ppa...? TKB: ...The heck is that? Boy: Hmm? You don’t know?

Boy: It’s a spirit that lives in the river Boy: A spirit that lives hidden in the grass by the water...

(Boy: Yeah!) (TKB: Ohh) Boy: It grabs children playing by the water Boy: And tries to drown them! TKB: Hoh... (Boy: It bounced 9 times!) (TKB: First time I’ve seen that) TKB: ...You ever seen it? (The kappa?) Boy: Nope TKB: Come on! Boy: So every day I lure it in while playing like this (I wanna see it!) TKB: Every day?! (In your free time?!) TKB: If I did that, I’d rather get attacked and eaten by a crocodile!

TKB: A kappa, huh. ...That’s it. TKB: Did you mistake it for a crocodile? Boy: Huuh? That’s not it. It’s different from a crocodile. There’s no heroic tale*. TKB: Okay, sorry! (I’ll throw stones too) Boy: A kappa walks on two legs. TKB: Two legs... Boy: It has a mouth with teeth like a crocodile Boy: And arms with thick claws like a jaguar Boy: Also, it has webbed feet and can swim Boy: And on top of that, it has a turtle shell on its back TKB: ?? *The original word used here is ロマン/roman, which can refer to chivalric romance literature. These kinds of stories tend to be your classic 'knight goes on a journey, fights monsters and other evils, gets the lady' tale. I couldn't really figure out a better way of making this understood briefly, so it is what it is. On another note, apparently the Japanese word for crocodile (鰐/wani, but here it's written as ワニ) was originally used to refer to an ancient sea monster which has been featured in quite a few Japanese myths. Don't know if this knowledge adds anything to the comic, but it is interesting to know!

(Artist’s impression of a kappa: by Bakura) Boy: It’s really strong, right? TKB: Isn’t that too much bullcrap? Boy: A kappa is a spirit that likes to fight Boy: My grandpa saw one wrestling* a hippo when he was a kid TKB: Huh...

*The specific term used here is sumo wrestling, just to be clear it's not referring to general wrestling.

TKB: Ahh... I dunno about a kappa TKB: But I have seen one. TKB: A spirit Boy: A spirit? TKB: The spirit I saw... was better than a kappa. (Haha) TKB: It looks like a human from the waist up... TKB: It has bird wings on its back TKB: Two pairs of them! TKB: Not only that, it has a snake’s head from the waist down TKB: It has the two heads of a human and snake

(Artist’s impression: by young boy) Boy: Two heads... Boy: Yeaah, it’s weirder than a kappa TKB: W... weird... Boy: But it seems stronger than a kappa Boy: When did you see it? The spirit (Boy: It has two heads...) TKB: I met it... when I was a kid... TKB: It saved my life.

TKB: If I hadn’t met the spirit... TKB: I might not have been able to play like this... TKB: Or have the desire to live Boy: Wow... how cool Boy: The spirit... is just like a god, huh? TKB: !! TKB: A god...? TKB: Heh heh TKB: Not bad!

Boy: Ahh... it didn’t bounce at all... TKB: ... TKB: Hah?! It’s my first time doing it! TKB: How do you make it bounce like that?! Boy: I have a trick, I’ll teach it to you (Ahaha) TKB: Just you wait, I’ll make it bounce more than you! Boy: I told you, I won’t lose

(Boy: It’s round) (Boy: Flat stones like this are good) (TKB: Hoh) (Boy: Lower your stance more) (TKB: Ah)

TKB: It bounced 3 times just now! Look! It bounced, it bounced! (TKB: Alright!)

Boy: Well then~ I’m going home TKB: Okay Boy: Don’t get attacked by a kappa! Be careful! TKB: Haha, you too... TKB: ...Hah... TKB: I got worked up with that kid by accident... (Ow ow ow...) TKB: Well... it’s a good way of killing time once in a while TKB: Right, partner?

TKB: You are like a god TKB: You must be happy, right? (Diabound: Mhm) (Diabound: (Smile)) (TKB: You’re really happy...)

TKB: Now... to find a suitable restaurant somewhere and have dinner... TKB: ! TKB: ...? TKB: A stone...? TKB: Is someone there...?

TKB: Hey! TKB: What the hell?!

TKB: Why are crocodiles jumping toward me?! TKB: ...Can crocodiles jump...? ???: Hey TKB: ?! ???: Give the stone back* during the day, kuh keh keh ???: But... it’s important to give it back properly

*The specific word used is お返し/okaeshi, which refers to a custom where when someone gives you a gift, you have to give them a gift in return for the initial gift.

TKB: This spirit looks... strong...

TKB: ...A...

TKB: A kappa...?

#tag: yugioh #tag: translations

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tozettastone · 9 months

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I know I've been posting about other stuff today, but I've actually been working on the SPN Sabriel fic: 'Be Not Afraid, Behold'.

here's a little bit from the start of the next chapter:

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Sam woke with a jolt.

"You okay?" Dean asked, only halfway paying attention to the road that rose endlessly on ahead of them. Its sinuous shape snaked behind them, too, a long stretch of black asphalt that drifted off into the horizon, swallowed by a greenish mass of forest in the distance. There wasn't a lot on either side, and the only other vehicles were freight.

"Um," said Sam, squinting. The impala was a familiar rumble around him. He sat up. "Yeah... Weird dream?"

He rarely dreamed when he slept beside Gabriel, but now that he was back on the road with his brother, he was making up for lost time.

"Sounded like a nightmare." Dean was suddenly really attentive to that empty road, avoiding even the potential for eye contact with Sam.

It was fading now. What had been so clear and reasonable in the landscape of his dreaming mind was now confused and impossible to grasp. The tatters that remained of it were only an uneasy memory...

"Might've been." He fumbled for his phone beneath his seat belt, realised he didn't actually have Jess's number since she'd got a new phone, and then messaged Gabriel instead.

Hey, is Jess still on campus? She doing okay?

A response came three minutes later: Can't believe the first time you message me in a week is about a girl you dated last year. smh. She's fine btw. [Attachment: IMG_1101104].

The photo was a candid snap from one of the libraries at Stanford. Jess looked like she'd been surprised, looking up from her book only to be captured in digital media. She was as pretty as ever, but all Sam felt looking at the picture was—well, it was nice of Gabriel to go out of his way to check on her.

Gabriel? Wasn't really a library kind of guy. It was kind of odd that he had even been close by enough to take the photo—a lucky coincidence, he guessed.

Thank you, Sam sent, and then shoved his phone away.

"Sooo..." Dean drummed his fingertips on the steering wheel. "That a girl?"

"Uh." Sam rubbed his nose. "A friend. Weird dream was about her? I guess. I don't even remember it really. I was just... checking in."

A long pause. "Does 'uh, friend' have a name?"

"Jess? She's really a friend though. We went out one time and I broke it off." And hadn't his recent experience with the Woman in White, Constance, really made him feel good about that choice to sit down with Jess and talk about it? One date didn't have to mean a commitment, of course, but now in hindsight he was pretty glad to have left no expectations behind him.

"Huh," repeated Dean. "What, was she ugly?"

"Was she—? No, Dean." He sighed deeply. "Jess isn't ugly. We... Just didn't fit."

This was a highly editorialised version of events, and he could almost physically hear Gabriel interrupting in the back of his own mind: Is that what they're calling it? Do you remember what did fit? It was my—

Sam hauled his train of thought back onto its rails. Fortunately, his mental image of Gabriel was a lot more manageable than the real one.

He already missed him. It ached like an absent limb. The last time he'd felt like this was years ago, leaving Dean behind on his way to California.

Gabriel typically drifted in and out of Sam's life every second day or so with what now felt like surprising ease. For Sam, few relationships had ever been easy. He'd moved around too much growing up for that. For more than a decade it had just been Dean, Dad and Bobby. Those bonds were important—even when he didn't really want them to be—but they sure weren't easy.

...At some point, Sam was going to have to talk to Dean about Gabriel. He thought this thought intellectually, but even as he did, a less cerebral part of his brain—one which dealt with feelings like anger and fear and disgust—wondered if it was true. Maybe he could just ...avoid talking to Dean about anything Gabriel related, ever.

It wasn't that Dean was homophobic. Not... really homophobic, anyway. But they weren't the kind of touchy-feely people who talked about their feelings. And god only knew Sam didn't want to finally find their Dad after dropping that particular bomb on Dean. He could already see that playing out.

He licked his teeth. This was pretty clearly not the time to talk to Dean about any of the, um, gay stuff.

Can't even say it in your head, huh? sneered a little voice inside him. This one didn't sound much like Gabriel. Sam's meanest and most self destructive impulses never did. The, um, gay stuff, he mocked.

He set his jaw and tilted his head until his neck popped, with the sound of synovial fluid stretching, releasing gases between joints. Pop-pop, soft and satisfying, like a release valve for the tension in his spine.

Dean pulled a face at the noise and turned the radio up.

Silently, Sam turned towards his window, watching the road stream endlessly by. He didn't check his phone.

#spn fic #fic: be not afraid behold #my fic #spn sabriel #vague warning for internalised homophobia. just for you gentle reader.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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maso my love <3

can we get some jay briscoe cnc headcannons?? 🥺

Uh Tahlia, babe…right in my weak spot: Briscoe and CNC 🤤. I gave myself the luxury to add a bit of degradation to the dirty talk because c’mon, it’s Briscoe! As always I let myself go when it comes to this man so it became a drabble *sorry not sorry*. Also not at all edited, because sometimes you must die by your mistakes like a proud woman should 😌.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

The nine letters word was spread around the bedroom, glued into the furniture and walls in bright neon yellow post-it notes. “Nectarine” could be read in the small pieces of paper, and even a few samples of the fruit were tossed around in strategic places by the reach of your hand, in case you couldn’t talk. The peculiar choice for a safeword had been Jay’s idea, since your “stop” was the synonym to “keep going” whenever you played like this. “Nectarines are like the closest thing to a peach. So whenever I’m going extra rough on my little peach” He bit your cheek softly “I wanna make sure that I’m not taking it too far”.

His hands pinned yours down on the bed, you were both fully clothed yet, just testing each other’s limits and will. Your hands fought against his grip, twisting and pulling hard enough for him to understand but not too hard to free yourself completely. Jay’s lips covered your neck, where he sank his teeth on your pulse point, quickly releasing you enough so you could slap his chest and push him away from you. He slapped you back, hitting your cheek with a low growl “I’m going rough on you tonight, my little peach” His hand closed around your neck, not applying any pressure yet.

“And what if I don’t let you?” Your words dared him to do something, so he just added the much needed pressure to the sides of your neck, and as always, it instantly made you wet.

“Then I’ll enjoy it even more” Jay grinned and rubbed his erection against your thigh. The feeling made you bit back a needy moan as he just kept going “I’m gonna fuck you whether you like it or not” He quickly stood up and pulled you further down on the bed by your ankles, dragging your skirt up your legs. Jay closed his fists around the red lace adorning your hips and with a sudden pull, he tore the flimsy piece of fabric and proceeded to place it inside his mouth. Jay moaned at the taste of your wetness that now covered the lace panties, “Taste so fucking good, like a good little slut should” He stated, before spitting the fabric in your face. “Fucking asshole” You spat, making him smirk before slapping your face again “Want me to fuck that tight ass too?” Jay mocked while taking a handful of your hair and tugging at your scalp. He made you get up from the bed until you stood before him “Nah, I don’t think you deserve it. That kind of reward is reserved just for the good fuck toys, not for a sour little bitch like you” Jay’s free hand covered your mouth until he let his middle and ring finger push past your lips, dragging his skin in and out of your lips until you bit down on his digits. “Oh you’ll regret that” He chuckled as you tried to gain some distance from him.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He pulled you back by your hair before he pushed you face down on the mattress.

“Let me go, you fucking prick!” You tried to scratch his forearms as he grabbed and pinned them down on top of your head, “That’s right, peach. Fight me! Fight me, baby. It just makes me want to fuck you even harder” He whispered in your ear and you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

“As if you have what it takes to fuck me hard, jerk” You rubbed your ass against his groin, making the both of you moan in response.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you, lil peach” Jay slid in your void in one swift motion, your wetness made it incredibly easy for him to bury himself in you without any pain. “I’m gonna make this tight pussy take this dick until you’re begging me to fuck you through the mattress”

“Stop” You gasped, when he somehow managed to go even further “Shit, shit, shit. Oh fuck, stop” Your hands closed around the bedsheet, while you looked up at Jay with semi hooded eyes “Baby, please”.

“That’s what I like to hear” Jay grabbed your hips, gluing your ass to his pelvic bone “Shit, I barely even started and you’re already begging?” He bit your jawline and your cheek until your walls clenched around him.

“Shut up, fucker” You groaned, before pulling one of his hands away from your hip to place it around your throat.

Jay smirked and pressed his free hand against your tailbone, successfully keeping you pinned down to the mattress. He quickly thrusted in and out of you for a couple of minutes until he suddenly stopped “Wanna try that again, slut?”

“Please keep going, sir. Your cock feels incredible inside me” You panted heavily

“That’s more like it!” Jay kissed your temple before he aimed your head towards the mirror, where a post-it note was glued to it “Keep your eyes there, peach. In case you get too dumbfucked” His deep green eyes met yours in the mirror as a wicked grin took over his lips “We don’t want you to forget your special word now, do we?”

#jay briscoe fanfiction #jay briscoe x reader #jay briscoe imagine #jay briscoe #the briscoes #briscoe brothers #roh fanfiction #roh imagine #masochist writes

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takeshitakyuuto · 11 months

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Trigun Book Club update volume 2/3/who knows

One more week until Trigun Maximum! Then my volume numbers won’t be off :’)

I feel like every time I sat down to read this time around, I got interrupted. Anyways, this is a long one, so buckle up

Ch 13. get his ass cobbler-san

Yaaaaaay ice cream on Vash! Me too me too!

Quite the introduction for Mr. Collarbones

I’m sorry that it’s just kinda funny to me whenever characters call Vash by his full name. That’s Mr. ヴァッシュ・ザ・スタンピード to you

Knives! Your reputation precedes you

I love when Vash puts on his shooting glasses and immediately my spotify switches to FFXIV battle music

Okay so maybe I kinda spoiled myself probably not really, since the beginning I’ve had the question (that the reader is obviously supposed to have) of why does Vash have such a big bounty on his head, but I saw someone say that he’s the Jesus character of Trigun and like. okay question answered I know enough about Christianity to fill in the blanks here, anyways with that it mind it’s really interesting to see how Vash mentions that his goal is to send Knives to hell

This guy kinda reminds me of that guy from Yu Gi Oh. Kaiba? Yeah Kaiba

12 pieces of coin, twelve assassins, twelve disciples. im making big brain connections here (joking)

There’s a ...head in that bag? [insert “so no head” gif]

Ch 13.5 [I think this is an extra chapter] i like the little background we’re getting on Vash and the visuals with him standing over the mass amounts of crosses like a graveyard is really cool

Alright cut it out Nightow we don’t need to get weird here

Even though I rarely read manga digitally anymore, I feel so spoiled with how much manga is published online nowadays. These very obvious scans of paper volumes is so much harder to read, I’m sounding out like half the words I read

You know that chapter of Kino’s Journey (okay I know you don’t bear with me here) where Kino goes to that country where everyone is obsessed with this one guy’s painting of tanks and they’re all like “it says so much about war and society” and then Kino meets the painter and he’s all like “nah I just think tanks are really cool”. Yeah that painter is Nightow

Which is more elegant, this girl’s dress of Vash’s coat tails?

Has Vash always worn an earring? Have I just never noticed? I see but don’t look? How coquette

The interspersed English that Nightow uses always adds a bit of humor. I’m not even a translator but sometimes I think about what I would do with those bits. Would I keep it to make extra work? Would I translate it into a different language that’s more commonly understood than Japanese but not English (such as Spanish)? Translations are weird man....

Vash has the best pouting face of all time

Okay sorry I said a lot in that chapter but I don’t think any of it was serious. Not that that was a very important chapter anyways, other than the bits of world building we got at the very beginning

Volume three! Ch 14. Omg I see that big cross in the cover. Do we get to meet Nicholas Wolfwood himself? God I hope I’m right and he’s the one with the cross because I’m blasting this post for the Trigun Scholars to see. Blease be kind I know so little

Seems like this volume or at least this chapter is going to be a lot of Vash vs Kaiba

So we’re seeing Rem’s death scene and how it displays her love for humanity, sacrificing herself to save some, even if she can’t save everyone. And seeing that Knives has been a bit fucked from the beginning huh. And why Vash hates him so much (cue Losing My Religion by REM playing in the back)

Vash is typically painted as an angelic type of character (thinking back to chapter nine[?] with the angel/plant they met on the sand steam) so having him depicted more as a devil character is really interesting. They even called this his true nature, although that could just be this villain character giving him shit. I’m excited to see how Vash’s character is fleshed out in future volumes and how these seemingly two sides of him create a whole

Ch 15. I don’t know (yet?) if Knives’ plan was to kill Rem along with a bunch of humans but damn. backfiredddd

So this spirit/angel urging Vash not to kill must be Rem right? Since he said that if he kills here, she’ll be gone for real? I’m taking this to be more of Vash’s memory of her and not a literal angel or spirit

Ch 16. I was totally about to rag on them for having all this insane technology and Meryl still having to use a typewriter but then I remembered that this series is from what. the 80s? Earlier? Honestly who could’ve imagined the technology we’d have in just twenty years from then, it’s insane.

Oh that’s cool! Vash is called “Humanoid Typhoon” right? It’s usually written as 「人間台風」which literally translates to human typhoon but at the beginning of this chapter, Meryl calls him 「人間災害」with furigana instructing the reader to read it as “humanoid typhoon” (same as with the other times), however this translates to “human disaster” rather than typhoon

One coin part down, eleven to go...

We’ve finally officially established that Vash has a prosthetic arm, I was wondering when that was gonna happen

First of all what is Vash carrying with him second of all holy shit that panel of the person(?) nailed on the cross

That thing was set up specifically for him? Is this another one of the twelve assassins? I feel like I’m gonna get bored of this set up real quick if it continues on like this

oh man I’m struggling with the blurriness of this volume, I keep messing up さ and き in the furigana and if anything’s got a dakuten I’m a gonner

Ch 17. I bet these poor citizens see someone in an over the top ridiculous outfit and just think to themselves, aw man this bitch is about to blow up the city again. Good thing I renewed my insurance last month

Yaoi proportions are back!

Having the guy who’s pissing you off rip out his own still-beating heart with his own bare hands is pretty badass ngl

Is Kaiba (okay I know his name is Legato but this is funnier) trying to bring about the apocalypse or something? Or rather eradicate enough humans to be able to live peacefully, whether that means all humans or just the ones he considers “evil”? Right now he’s giving me a lot of Light Yagami vibes

Ch 18. Cross guyyyyyy hell yeah. You know, maybe you wouldn’t collapse in the street if you didn’t carry a big ass cross with you everywhere. Just food for thought

Wolfwood speaks in Kansaiben???? Help I’m falling in love it’s my one weakness in this world

I’ve decided that I never want to see Wolfwood written in katakana ever again.

Wolfwood just needs to say あかん and ホンマ and I’m already head over heels

I really like Wolfwood and I promise it’s more than just the Kansaiben! I love how nice he is and he seems to be able to read people pretty well and also he’s kind of a dork. But the Kansaiben helps too

Ch 19. Omg the one guy who I was immediately like 🫵 yaoi proportions ended up being Hornfreak. Yep that’s just how it is

Isn’t it so fun when words you learned from anime pop up elsewhere? There’s “human trafficking,” which I learned from Yona of the Dawn

Oh? It’s Dominique not Dominic? That explains the かしら. Honestly I do like Nightow’s style of “I can’t tell what gender this person is”

Nightow also really likes drawing Vash ass up this is not the time for a dirty joke

Oh my god hes going super sayan also oh my god im so stupid i just closed out of my trigun tab trying to switch jfc

Ch 20. The cat stepped on my laptop and flipped all the images omfg I am having such a time trying to read today oh my god I can’t get it back I guess I’ll just restart my laptop for now? holy shit

Yeah okay closing out of the site didn’t help, restarting my laptop didn’t help, all files were flipped, but luckily someone suggested clearing the cookies for that site and it actually worked. I am so bad with technology. What a ridiculous day.

I’m gonna be honest I don’t know how you all can read this in English, I could only figure out who was speaking based on the fact that Legato used だ where Wolfwood would’ve used や

Lol jump for your coin bitch (Vash I love you but it’s funny I’m sorry)

Wolfwood’s 「ちう」is causing me so much stress. What the hell does that mean, boy. Luckily I have friends in high places (Japan)

I’m so obsessed with the fucked up angel imagery here in Knives’ rebirth

Please no romance between Meryl and Vash please no romance between Meryl and Vash please no r

Guy who only reads shoujo manga: I’m getting a lot of shoujo manga vibes from this (no but really, there’s a bunch of artistic choices in Trigun that I mostly associate with shoujo manga, but I think it has more to do with the age of the manga. Probably Ikeda Riyoko’s influence)

Knives is such an overdramatic bitch, I love that

Angel Vash! The inherent danger of the divine! Although a god can be kind it can also be cruel! Power can be used in many ways and thus is its danger!

We’ve finally established that Vash and this power that Knives brings out of him is the reason why July Town was destroyed. This is probably also the reason why he’s got such a high price on his head

Also really enjoying the implications that these human forms aren’t Vash’s and Knives’ “true” bodies

Extra chapter. Thank god he didn’t shoot the egg oh my god. The irony of consistently taking the lord’s name in vain so much here (term used ironically but also because what else can I say) while reading Nightow’s bible fanfiction just now hit me

I admit it, I totally skimmed that. In my defense, it’s past midnight.

Final thoughts: Having officially finished up the original trilogy, that was pretty damn good! The ending was great (yes, I know there’s much more to go) and quite bittersweet. The pace really picked up for me in this last volume. My only main issue was just friction between me and the genre, which is no one’s fault but my own. I could definitely do for less action scenes, but again, my favorite genre is the “nothing happens” genre. I’m really excited to see where Trigun Maximum takes the series, especially in the ways that these angels/plants are developed. I’m also excited to see more of Knives and Wolfwood and especially how they both interact with Vash, since they obviously have extremely different perceptions of him. I’m not quite sure where the plot is going to go from here, since it seems like Vash took Knives along with him in his disappearance, but I’ll follow Nightow wherever he leads us in this series. What I’m not looking forward to is having to read more of Nightow’s handwriting. God. Even so, somehow it’s still not the worst I’ve seen from mangaka. Oh, also, there was significantly less of that black cat than I expected. I’ll just assume it comes back in Maximum. And (sorry these thoughts are so unordered) wow the art was so stunning, especially there at the end, that I definitely have half a mind to pick up the physicals for my personal collection. Especially with a fanbase revival due to Trigun Stampede, I’d be more shocked if it’s out of print than if it isn’t. Oh and one more thing, we went through three of the twelve coin assassins. Does that mean that we’re going to go through the other nine in Maximum? Also, I’m not quite clear on why Vash has to collect the coin fragments like this is Dragon Ball (disclaimer: never seen or read any of the dragon ball franchise). Was mystical object collection just a trend back then? What’s going to happen, or supposed to, when Vash gets them all? Hopefully this will become clear as the series continues.

#trigun #trigunbookclub #i wanted to make today #as in the day i finished this #a day for finishing all the manga volumes im currently reading #but yeah that didnt happen #後でね～

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Nick Mag Highlights - Nick Mag Presents: The Fairly OddParents (Spring 2004)

Welcome, one and all, back to Nick Mag Highlights! Today we’ll be checking out an installment of the Nick Mag Presents magazine that’s all about The Fairly OddParents, from Spring 2004!

(Lots of two-page screenshots in this one, loading may be a little slow!)

For those unaware, Nick Mag Presents was a separate publication that ran alongside the usual Nickelodeon Magazine we all know and love. These books acted as a way for Nickelodeon to compile content from Nickelodeon Magazine that was based around a specific show or theme, and release it to stores. They would sometimes coincide with special episodes or Nickelodeon movies that were releasing around the same time. For example this issue we’re looking at today is based on a then-upcoming half hour The Fairly OddParents special, “The Big Superhero Wish!”.

Nick Mag Presents ran from 1999 to 2008, and presumably was a pretty successful venture for Nickelodeon. People I’ve talked to that didn’t have a Nickelodeon Magazine subscription still remember grabbing an issue or two of these compilations while they were out shopping with their parents. It was another way to deliver Nickelodeon Magazine goodness to people, and that’s quite alright by me!

But wait a minute, why am I covering a supposed compilation of old content, when I could just be covering the magazines the content came from? Well for one, someone requested it, and I’m a nice guy. Second, Nick Mag Presents was the way a lot of people experienced Nickelodeon Magazine and I think it’s fair to show it respect. And third, it’s not just a compilation of old content! Yes, there is new stuff to be found here, from comics that are way longer than the usual Nickelodeon Magazine fare, to exclusive articles and activities. There’s some particularly good stuff in this magazine, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Special Addendum

In my previous NMH post on Issue #150, I brought attention to a challenge Nickelodeon was hosting online and in-print to celebrate the 10th anniversary of SpongeBob SquarePants. Nickelodeon promised that if kids could triumph over each SpongeBob-themed puzzle they posted each month, they would earn the password to a “digital prize online”. Since I couldn’t find anything more regarding this contest and scans of 2009 Nickelodeon Magazine issues are scarce, I asked viewers for anything they knew about it, particularly that digital prize.

And… apparently there was no prize! Yes, allegedly from a fan, Nickelodeon eventually stopped bringing up the prize in their issues, and presumably then the only reward for kids’ expertise over the SpongeBob puzzles would be a fleeting sense of accomplishment. Thanks a lot, Nickelodeon! I’m not sure what was a more disappointing celebration for SpongeBob’s 10th anniversary: this, or "Truth or Square".

Alrighty, are we good? Good. It’s super-hero time!

You can read the magazine here, if you’d like. I always recommend it!

So, The Fairly OddParents, huh? Not much to say about it, really. Anyone reading this certainly already knows what it is! It’s an iconic show, being one of Nickelodeon’s longest running series ever, among the likes of SpongeBob SquarePants and Rugrats. That’s a tremendous accomplishment, and it’s definitely earned its place in the hearts of many fans. Even if its name has been sullied a bit by its infamously lackluster later seasons, Drake Bell-starring movies, and ridiculously bad live action reboot.

But forget about all that! This is 2004, baby! The show was on its fourth season and still pumping out veritable hits. Alongside the aforementioned “The Big Superhero Wish!” half hour special, we received “The Jimmy-Timmy Power Hour” in 2004, too! That might give you a better frame of reference for the kind of “average kid that no one understands” content we can expect from this issue.

…Oh, right, the issue! Let’s get back on track. As you can see the offerings are a bit slimmer than your usual Nickelodeon Magazine. That’s understandable, and besides, what these books lack in celebrity interviews they make up for in extra-large comics! Since these books made their money largely through in-store purchases, they’re able to forgo most of the ad space and give us more of the good stuff.

One thing I really like about these Presents issues is that they always start with an admittedly wordy but well-meaning intro to the issue and its content. For example, the Summer 2003 issue of Nick Mag Presents (also based on The Fairly OddParents) contains a spiel from Mr. Crocker featuring his usual comedic ramblings on the existence of fairies.

Taking a look here, this issue’s intro features … uh, sorry, who is this? Some sort of comic book nerd I don’t remember ever being in the show? Well, whoever he is, he’s got a point! Here I am, nearly 20 years later, pointing to these magazines as the pinnacle of magazine entertainment. Cheers to you, comic book nerd!

Hey, this is really cool! All this behind-the-scenes info and concept art is a welcome surprise. Not sure what it has to do with superheroes per se, but you won’t hear me complaining. I know Butch Hartman is a bit of a polarizing figure these days, but it doesn’t make me any less satisfied to finally hear why the main characters wore those stretchy shoe-pants combo clothes.

This is a fun activity, and I could definitely see it getting the creative juices flowing for any kid looking to play superheroes and supervillains during recess. It also doubles as a (debatably) subtle way to introduce readers to the main villains of “The Big Superhero Wish!” and hype them up for the special’s premiere. Hey, I guess that kind of self-promotion is what we’re here for, right? You saw the cover!

I really think a lot of the people at the Nick Magazine office had a soft spot for the golden age of comics, what with articles like these and how The Comic Book section in their regular editions often contained references to the same era. If I’m right, then it’s cool to see people revitalizing parts of their childhood for a new generation. That’s some proper upcycling!

Now, recurring readers may remember that in the last NMH post, I briefly mentioned another issue of Nick Mag Presents themed around Avatar: The Last Airbender. I brought up that apparently the team behind it was full of avid Avatar fans who were passionate about the series. I bring this up because what’s especially cool is that in a similar vein, the writer behind this article on superhero sidekicks, Frank Pittarese, is a former editor for both DC and Marvel Comics! It's always nice to see when Nickelodeon was able to put the right people in the right place when it came to their magazine content.

Ah, alright, alright, this is what you’re really here for, isn’t it? Comics were understandably the main selling point of these books, to the point that Nickelodeon even ran a couple of “All-Comic Special” versions of Nick Mag Presents that were completely made up of that sort of wonderful paneled content. I’m not really one for covering comics beat-by-beat on this blog. I think if they’re really worth reading, you’re better off reading them yourself! It’s not like they’re long, and I’m certain it’d be more entertaining than any summary I could throw at you. But hey, I’ll try my best! It’s not like I could just skip over more than half the book, could I?

Fun fact: There’s a coloring error on page 10. See if you can spot it!

This first one, understandably based on The Fairly OddParents, is a pretty straightforward affair. It’s still longer than anything you’d get in your usual Nickelodeon Magazine, though! Not to mention it’s also pretty authentic to the show’s heyday, which isn’t too surprising given that the team behind the comic has its fair share of The Fairly OddParents crewmembers in it. The writer, Jack Thomas, has 55 writing credits on the show to his name! That’s nearly as many episodes of the show as there are in the first four seasons combined.

I’ve gotta be honest here when it comes to my critique of a nearly 20-year old comic based on an episode of a children’s television show, though: the story doesn’t make much sense! At least, in the context of “The Big Superhero Wish!” anyway.

The episode has Timmy making a few ill-conceived wishes that end up creating a league of supervillains out of his greatest enemies, led by Nega-Chin, the arch enemy of his favorite comic book hero, the Crimson Chin. It’s a good episode with some pretty funny bits, but more importantly, it has an ending that wraps up everything and returns all of Timmy’s enemies back to their regular selves. In other words, it sounds like it’d be hard to make a promotional comic based on it! The story doesn't really have any downtime to insert a plot line that could’ve happened but the audience just didn’t see. And it’s not like they could have simply retold the episode, this whole book is for the sake of getting you to tune in! So, with all that in mind, I guess I can’t be too harsh on the odd premise, which now apparently has all the supervillains as sentient beings in a comic book? Did Timmy’s wishes mess with the fabric of reality so badly that it resulted in turning his teacher, babysitter, and school bully into canonical characters of The Crimson Chin storyline?

Anyway, hopefully you’ve been reading along! Basically the league of villains are trying to hunt down the Crimson Chin by going into different issues of his comic from throughout history. Each Chin represents a different era and are differently designed to pander to whatever was popular in the market at the time similar to the constant re-envisionings superheroes have had throughout the years, particularly Batman (I think, at least. I’m not really a comics guy).

These Crimson Chin from different eras actually first appeared in an episode of The Fairly OddParents, “The Crimson Chin Meets Mighty Mom and Dyno Dad”. I guess the comic crew really had to use everything they could to get an 8-page comic out of this.

One or two inconsequential gripes aside, I still think this comic is a solid start to the book! It’s got the humor down (I found the line about a lawsuit on page 14 here particularly funny), and the satisfying colorful art that made the show so recognizable. Nice work!

Not really a fan of this section. There’s giving kids drawing tips and then there’s just telling them arbitrary rules on what they can and can’t draw. I get that Hartman’s trying to hearken back to the comic heroes he read as a kid that all had the same chiseled body type (clearly he has fun drawing them) but the way this is all framed is a bit too opinionated for me.

I just noticed this now as I’m uploading the image: Check out the cool designs they gave to all the panel borders! That’s a neat detail.

Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius is one of my all-time Nickelodeon favorites, so you could imagine I was pretty happy to see a comic based on the show make an appearance here! It has a fun concept and does stuff the show most likely couldn’t have, like shifting the artstyle to make it look like an old comic book when Sheen transports himself into one.

My only criticism is that the art just looks the slightest bit… off. Alright, more specifically: Sheen looks off. Jimmy looks fine enough, but Sheen just looks weird! For some reason this show didn't seem to have any standardized 2D designs for its characters, which led to every Jimmy Neutron comic in Nick Magazine looking vastly different. And it looks like Sheen drew the short end of the stick here. Don't see what I mean? Here's a collage of my favorite Sheen faces from this comic:

Ultra Lord. Not even once.

Hey, look at the bottom corners! You can see the comic pages actually overlapping the magazine’s page numbers and casting a shadow, as if the comic book is open and lying on your magazine! Lots of cool details in this one.

I'd recommend fans just read this one themselves. It's ten pages long, pretty funny, and does a lot of cool stuff with the idea that Sheen knows he's in a comic, like grabbing onto his own speech bubbles and jumping between the different panels.

Also, this could just be a "me" thing, but am I the only one who thought Ultra Lord was supposed to be a parody of Japanese kids' shows like Ultraman and Power Rangers? If they were trying to go for a "Space Age"-look for his design then they went a little too far with the intricate outfit and bright color, cause it really just gives me Super Sentai vibes more than anything. I bring this up because here Ultra Lord is portrayed as a '60s American comic book superhero, which I find odd. Again, maybe it’s just me.

Next up, it’s a comic based on the Rugrats sequel series, All Grown Up. I never really watched the show as a kid, I always wish they’d just put on Rugrats instead. Regardless, this comic’s alright, it’s about Tommy’s brother Dil becoming popular for doing dares, which leads to him realizing that fame isn’t worth risking your wellbeing over. A fine enough premise for a fine enough comic. One question does come to mind, though: What does this have to do with superheroes? Or comics, for that matter. I guess Dil does wear a cape and starts going by the nickname “Dil-Devil”, but that's like calling Evel Knievel a superhero.

But yeah, if All Grown Up is your thing, you can check out the comic if it sounds like it’s worth your while.

This ad here shows how Nick Mag Presents fit into the Nickelodeon Magazine subscription system. Essentially, they acted as bonuses to entice potential subscribers (without mentioning that these issues reused a lot of content originally from Nickelodeon Magazine, of course). I don’t think you could specifically get a Nick Mag Presents subscription, so getting them as bonuses for your subscription or buying them at the store were your only ways of procuring them.

I really wish more of these had scans, particularly the “official movie magazines” for The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie and Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius. Not to get preachy, but if you think you’ve got any issues of Nick Mag Presents or Nickelodeon Magazine not already available (there’s a spreadsheet to check, courtesy of @NickMagProject on Twitter), I implore you to scan and upload them. Come to think of it, I guess that goes for any old magazine you have really, if it’s convenient for you. You might just be saving a copy of somebody’s cherished childhood memory.

Back to The FairlyOddParents, with another tale all about comic books and superheroes. Go figure. Similar to the Jimmy Neutron comic from earlier, this one has Timmy going into the world of one of his new comic books to find out how the story ends. I like the art here, with the lineart done by C.H. Greenblatt (creator of Chowder and Harvey Beaks). It’s very similar to the show, but still stylized, looking a little more sharp and exaggerated than usual.

Oh hey! There’s that comic book nerd from earlier! Guess that explains that.

And when Timmy enters the comic world, the style switches over to art done by Sergio Aragones, a longtime artist for MAD Magazine. I only went through about two or three issues of MAD from my local library as a kid, and I still recognized this guy’s art when I saw it here. I think that definitely speaks to how distinct his style is and how often his work appeared in those issues.

Alright, back to business! The comic itself is fine, there’s a few good jokes. Greenblatt and Aragones’s art really picks up the slack while the entertainment value wanes a bit. Eh, maybe I’m just experiencing comic fatigue. Oh well, you read it and be the judge.

Now this is properly historic! I didn’t imagine there’d be an ad for a whole new channel in here, and it’s pretty funny, too.

Nicktoons had only been around for nine months or so when this ad was printed, which is pretty interesting to see as someone who can hardly remember a time without the channel’s existence. Anyone fortunate enough to have both channels was treated to two times the Nickelodeon, meaning there was usually always something good to watch.

It’s funny though how in hindsight this is more like Nickelodeon advertising their new funeral parlor, considering how often they used Nicktoons as a dumping ground for their lesser-performing shows to make room for more SpongeBob SquarePants. It’s happened to My Life as a Teenage Robot, El Tigre, Catscratch, and even more recent shows like Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, to name a few.

It’d be cool if Nickelodeon used Nicktoons more like how Cartoon Network used their spinoff channel Boomerang: As a way to rerun their older shows for new generations to see. I always wished as a kid I could’ve watched some of Nick’s older stuff like Rocko’s Modern Life or Hey Arnold!. I always heard they were great, but unless I was willing to go out on a limb and buy a VHS of a show I had never seen, I was out of luck. Oh well.

Yeesh, this got bitter fast, didn't it? It's friggin' Invader Zim wearing a clown wig. I must still not be over what happened to Making Fiends…

The last few comics coming up are of the smaller, 2-page spread variety. So if any of them are originally from Nickelodeon Magazine, I’d bet on these last three. It’s a cute story, and I kinda love these little day-in-the life moments these comics tend to depict. The art of SpongeBob and Patrick here was done by longtime cartoon artist Shern Cohen (who actually did the cover art of the last Nickelodeon Magazine issue I checked out, #150!). The art for Mermaid Man’s comic was done by Ramona Fradon, a comic artist most well known for her art on Aquaman! Go figure, right? That is so cool.

So, what is ChalkZone considered nowadays? Cult classic or just a regular classic? Yeah, we probably won’t be seeing a reboot anytime soon but I’m pretty sure it was decently popular. I definitely remember watching it, but I’m hard-pressed to remember much about it outside of its surprisingly epic theme song. It’s definitely one of, if not the most relevant chalk-centric production in recent history.

Last comic of the evening, everyone! Good thing too, I think my eyes are starting to turn square from all the panels. Fittingly enough we’re rounding things off with another Fairly OddParents adventure, albeit one that’s very clearly not a superhero-related affair. But hey, who’s counting?

I still really like the dynamic Cosmo and Wanda used to have back in these earlier parts of the series’s history. Cosmo has always been the more carefree of the two, but Wanda wasn’t above a bit of goofing off and playing with her magic powers either. Seeing them have fun together as a pair made their relationship really cute and believable.

I wouldn’t be surprised if this comic was originally an episode concept they couldn’t flesh out to a full 11 minutes. Not the worst idea for getting the most you can out of your work!

And that just about wraps up this issue of Nick Mag Presents! I may have kind of sort of skipped over a crossword puzzle after that last comic but… if you’re really so inclined, be my guest.

Anyway, I’d like to thank one of my readers for suggesting that I check out Nick Mag Presents. It means a lot to me, and I hope I delivered! If anyone reading wants to recommend an issue of Nickelodeon Magazine, Nick Mag Presents, or even a completely unrelated magazine for me to cover on NMH Side Issues, be my guest! I am currently limited to what magazines are available online via The Internet Archive or otherwise, but if I can do it, I’ll check it out if I’ve got something to say on it.

But for now, I’d say it’s back to the ‘ole grind. With great magazines comes great responsibility after all, and these magazines don’t highlight themselves!

Have a good day, and as always, keep on reading!

#nmh post #2000s #2004 #nickelodeon #magazine #fairly oddparents

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 4.7K

For the first time in his career, Nines was late for work. This wasn’t the most impressive feat, given his around 3-month employment, but it was still notably out of character for the typically steadfast android. As the blocky digits of the station clock informed him that it had just turned 11, Gavin started to wonder if his partner would show up at all.

He wasn’t stupid, aware that Nines would have seen his return to work form, knowing he'd be back today. Apparently, a disciplinary procedure was far more appealing than subjecting himself to his partner’s company. Gavin’s simmering annoyance was only exacerbated the more he dwelled on this, his leg twitching fractiously under his desk.

The android’s absence had apparently been noticed by an authority higher than himself—as Fowler charged over, nostrils flaring with exertion. "Reed, where the Hell is RK900?"

His arrival was met with a deep-set scowl as Gavin gestured vaguely to the empty seat parallel to his own. "Your guess is as good as mine. He’s been a no-show all morning."

The Captain studied the vacant workstation, dark eyes narrowed accusingly, "I swear to God if you've done something to him—"

“What could I have possibly done? I haven’t even been here."

“I asked him to send you over case updates. Have you at least been receiving those?”

Gavin bristled at the question. He had tried to reach out to Nines several times since ‘the incident’ but to no success. With each work update that had been sent to him, the flagrant disregard for the messages that preceded became a little more insulting.

He began scrolling aimlessly on his computer, hoping Fowler might leave him alone if he appeared suitably busy. "Yep."

"So you know Robert Finch is being brought in for questioning today?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you know it is important that you don’t fuck it up."

"You bet." Go away, you crusty asshole.

"Excellent, so you won’t mind that I’ll be overseeing the interrogation."

Gavin stopped, closing the document that he had been sightlessly sifting and looking dejectedly at his boss. "You know, it would be nice if you could trust me to do my job. Just once. For shits and giggles."

“I’ll start trusting you when you’ve earned it." Fowler decided to ease off a bit, clearly sensing the brooding animosity in his subordinate. "I know I've been tough lately, but you need to understand how serious this is. Things are only getting worse with the press; they’re saying the Reaper would’ve been caught by now if it wasn’t for shoddy police work."

"And I guess you agree with them?" the detective shot back, "That our work is shoddy?"

"The Chief is certainly starting to think it." There was a look of grim introspection as Fowler continued. "Do you have any idea how far up my ass he is? I gave you a week to dig up more evidence, plus leeway for your little vacation. Show some gratitude."

Leaning back in his chair, Gavin made the extent of his gratitude known with a low, dismissive grunt. He hardly found it fair that his absence be used as leverage against him, given that the older man had been the one to approve it in the first place.

"I’m serious. You better be right about Finch because if you screw up this time, it's out of my hands."

"What has Finch got to do with me? It’s the android's theory—his suspect—not mine." He started to wiggle a pen between his thumb and forefinger in a weak attempt to distract himself.

"You’re partners, Reed. It’s on both of you to take accountability."

You should be telling him this, Gavin inwardly complained. What does he know about accountability? Turning my neck into a dot-to-dot, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, then giving me the worst blue balls I've ever had in my goddamn—

The fidgeting increased until the pen was propelled from his hand, landing on the desk of a perplexed-looking officer.

Fowler failed to notice this, looking up at the station clock with a frown that seemed permanently etched onto his face. "He better show up soon. For both your sakes."

A few more torturous seconds passed. With every shift of the station's doors, Gavin looked up expectantly, only to be hit by another wave of disappointment. Seconds turned to minutes, and disappointment turned to frustration. With Fowler clear of earshot, he started to hiss angry obscenities under his breath, over and over like a demented mantra.

Standing up from the desk with a huff, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Concluding that Nines could answer for his tardiness while he was hauling him down to the station by scruff of his neck.

As Gavin turned, he immediately collided with a figure idling behind his chair. Chest-to-chest, his gaze focused in on a pair of large brown eyes. They watched him fervently as if pleading for his attention.

"Hello, Detective." The figure was trying to keep their voice level, but there was a distinct urgency in how they spoke. "I would very much appreciate it if we could have a discussion."

"Connor," Gavin replied, barely acknowledging anything he’d said. “This might be the first time I’m happy to see you. Your brother has gone awol; mind giving me his address so I can drag his ass over here myself?"

The android blinked wordlessly - as if taking a moment to process the strange request - before dismissively shaking his head. "He's probably running late; he’ll be here soon." The forced optimism seemed at odds with the tense expression on his face.

"There's 'running late', and there’s missing your shift by two fucking hours."

“I can understand your concerns…I have some of my own." Connor looked down at the desk, taking note of the vacant set of chairs. "It might be better if we sit down. There are a few things I’d like to talk about."

Making it clear that he had no intention of entertaining the request, Gavin stubbornly crossed his arms.

"...I’ll try to keep this short", Connor relented, exhaling with a weary sigh. "Nines has been acting strangely for the last couple of days: I’ve tried to reach out, but he has refused contact. I don’t suppose you’ve spoken with him?"

"If you haven’t been able to speak with him, what makes you think I have? I barely know the guy."

Connor’s eyebrows shot up incredulously, almost grazing his hairline, before returning to their usual position. "I understand that the two of you had a disagreement. I thought you might have resolved it by now."

"Oh yeah? And just how much do you know about this fucking disagreement?"

"Just that you had one," he said vaguely, although the flighty darting of his eyes made the statement seem less than convincing.

Gavin drew closer, encroaching on the android as he struggled to distance himself. "Seems like the two of you talk a lot about shit that doesn’t concern you."

"This isn’t really what I came here to talk about." Connor explained, shifting uncomfortably. "I’m sorry, I don’t want to pry too much into your personal life - but given the situation, I think it’s important that I disclose a few things'"

"What ‘things’?"

"Nines has only been deviant for a couple of months. The feelings are still very new to him…" It was obvious that he wanted to add to this, a flicker of red betraying the presence of withheld information.."Aside from myself and Hank, there isn’t really anyone he’s particularly close to."

"Okay, and?" Gavin waved his hand in an ushering motion. “What’s that got to do with me?"

There was a look of detachment as Connor stared quietly into space. His mouth opened and closed indecisively as the detective lost his remaining patience. Balling his fists into his hair, he fought the urge to lunge forward and flip the desk. "Look, you made it seem like this was urgent. Why don’t you stop messing around and get to the point?"

"Nines mustn't experience any undue emotional stress. I ask that you not push him too much."

The thinly disguised accusation was enough to tip Gavin over the edge. He’d had enough people asking him to accept culpability for his partner’s actions. With another surge forward, he forced Connor further into the retreating position - until his back was wedged against the table.

"I didn’t do shit to your brother." He exemplified the point with a harsh jab to the android’s chest. “He was the one who threw a tantrum and stormed out on me."

"I don’t know everything that happened, but I can assure you, Nines was very upset," Connor babbled. “It is possible he may have behaved irrationally."

"What right does he have to be upset? I'm the one who should be upset."

"I do not think he was aware that you were seeing someone."

Much of his bravado deflated at the unexpected statement. Gavin had been working feverishly to omit that particular detail from his memory. In accepting a connection between Alex’s message and Nines’ unceremonious exit, he opened up the conversation to far more uncomfortable implications.

"Look, everything was fine, okay? We talked, we cleared the air—" We made out a little, he silently omitted. Even if Connor knew, which he almost certainly did, Gavin decided he'd rather not confess to anything out loud. "then he stormed out. I didn’t do anything to set him off."

Just then, the doors to the station slammed open, and out of the corner of Gavin’s eye, he saw a familiar blur of black and white. Pulling away from Connor, who seemed infinitely grateful for the sudden retreat, he stormed towards his partner. Ready to release all of the pent-up fury he had been amassing over the past few days.

"Where the fuck were you?" His teeth gnashed, mouth contorted into a fierce snarl.

Nines rolled his eyes, side-stepping around the seething Detective and walking briskly to their shared workstation. Opening one of the drawers, he retrieved a densely packed folder—before removing the contents and laying them out neatly in front of him. "That is hardly relevant. I am here in time for the questioning."

Gavin spluttered, head craned so far forward that it looked about ready to detach from his neck. "Hardly relevant? No one has been able to reach you all morning. How the hell were we supposed to know if you’d even show up?"

Nines stilled, looking up from his papers to shoot his brother an accusatory glare. "I will answer to Captain Fowler concerning my tardiness." He said, voice heavy with ill-concealed displeasure. "I do not owe either of you an explanation."

Connor hesitated, appearing guilty—before he steadily approached his brother. He extended a hand in invitation as his skin retracted reflexively. "Maybe it's best if we step away for a moment."

Nines rejected the gesture, slapping the hand away harshly. There was a brief stalemate as they stared at each other until Connor solemnly backed down.

Sorting his papers into a neat pile, Nines picked them up and haughtily charged toward the interrogation rooms. "Are you coming or not, Detective Reed?"

As they entered the room, Fowler was standing at the two-way mirror, arms folded over his chest and fingers drumming on his forearm. "RK900. How nice of you to join us," he greeted, voice thick with sarcasm.

Nines allowed his stony resolve to soften briefly as he answered his superior with a polite nod, "I apologise for my tardiness, Captain."

Officer Miller, also stationed by the mirror, seemed oblivious to the hostile atmosphere festering within the room. He gave Gavin a small wave before flashing a smile. "We've got him all warmed up for you, guys. He's ready when—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as Nines breezed past him, clipping his shoulder on the way. The officer's mouth clamped shut in shock, and after he'd had a chance to steady himself, he shot Gavin a puzzled look. As if pleading for an explanation.

Nines entered the interrogation room and closed the door firmly behind him. The message was clearly received, as his partner was left to wait in the entranceway with the other two men.

Amidst the tense silence, Chris addressed his colleague with gentle reproach. "Uhh, you alright there, Gavin?"

The man in question stood glaring through the mirror. Nostrils flaring with long, shaky breaths. "Peachy."

"You going in there with him, Reed?" Fowler gestured to the steel-inforced door. “Or have you already forgotten our little talk about accountability?"

"I'm sure he has things under control."

Gavin couldn't give less of a fuck if he was punished for any resultant cock ups. As he stared through the window, grappling with his tenuously contained rage, he prayed for the most disastrous questioning the department had ever seen.

Nines sat down at the long metal table, setting his papers to one side. His voice crackled through the hearing loop as he addressed the man opposite him. "Robert Finch, I am Officer RK900, Serial Number 313 248 317 - 87. Although it would seem you already know that, so let's not labour on introductions."

"The Hell is this?" Robert spat back, motioning to the sterile brick walls of the heavily monitored room. "No one else who was at the church seems to be getting the VIP treatment."

"Is that so?" Nines inquired, arching an eyebrow, "And what leads you to believe we haven't spoken to anyone else?"

The scrawny man sunk into himself dejected at his own slip-up. "...Nothing, was just assuming."

"You have assumed correctly." The android began to sift through the documents stacked on the side of the table. "I have no desire to speak with your associates, but I have some questions I wish to ask you."

Robert narrowed his eyes as he slowly leaned back in his chair. "About what? I haven't done anything illegal."

"You assaulted an officer, for starters."

The chair legs screeched at a sudden halt in movement."No, I didn't. What are you—oh." Upon realisation of what Nines was referring to, he shot the android a disdainful look. "Hardly counts, does it? You don't feel pain."

"You struck with the intent to cause damage. That is still a criminal offence."

“You can’t prove I was aiming at you. Maybe your head just got in the way." The man flashed him a wicked grin. "Remind me, what is the punishment for assaulting an android? It's not the same as a human, is it?"

"Let us not get caught up on semantics." Nines separated one of the papers from the pile, setting it face down. "As it happens, I do not wish to speak to you about what happened at the church. I am significantly more interested in discussing your whereabouts from the 13th to 14th of January."

There was a subtle twitch of Robert's lips as his eyes nervously canvassed the room. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell me, was Mr. Scott privy to your motives behind acquiring the Samsung S3?"

"I’ve never even met a Mr Scott—I think you've got the wrong guy here."

"You have already been positively identified," Nines bluffed, his expression devoid of any hint of deceit. "Attempting to deflect won't be of much use."

Robert cursed under his breath, choosing a point on the table to focus his attention. "Okay, so I bought a phone from him. That doesn't break any laws, does it?"

"Not in itself," Nines replied, "but it just so happens that this phone was used in connection to a criminal offence."

"Can’t have been the one I got. Mikey must have me confused with somebody else. He isn't the brightest bulb."

"I would advise you to stop lying; you aren’t very good at it." The officer's LED whirred as he stared intently at Robert. His eyes glazed over briefly before refocusing with newfound vigour. "You're married, aren't you, Mr Finch? I'm sure your wife would be interested to discover that you've been soliciting favours from android prostitutes."

"It wasn't me who called the whore!" Robert snapped, face turning red with mortification. "I didn't even have the phone by then—"

"So you don't deny that it was used to make the call?"

"Look, I bought it for a buddy. He was a little embarrassed about getting his dick wet, wanted to use a burner." The man gave Nines a quick glance over, face wrinkled with disgust. "I would be, too, if that's what I was into."

The officer hummed in distant acknowledgement. "Did you know he was murdered, Mr Finch?"

"Come again?"

"The android. Quite brutally, in fact." Turning to the paper he had sat to one side, Nines calmly flipped it over, sliding it over so Robert could see. "It would appear that your friend's interest was not entirely physical."

He was visibly startled, eyes bulging to extreme proportions at what he was looking at. As his trembling mouth fell open, he started to frantically form an excuse. "Look, I didn't know he was going to - I just thought he'd rough it up a bit."

"So you knew of his intentions to harm the victim?"

"Well, not really…he said he wanted to teach it a lesson."

"Meaning you were complicit." Nines raised his voice, subtly increasing the pressure. "If you choose to cooperate with us, Mr Finch, your case may be looked upon more favourably."

Realising that he'd been backed into a corner, Robert closed his eyes, breathing heavily. "What do you want to know?" he eventually said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

"CHQ SL C."

"Wha—" The man tilted his head, staring at Nines incredulously. "Why do you machines have to do that? Speak in riddles?"

"Your meeting point with Mr Scott. We were able to decipher the first section: CyberLife Headquarters. What does SL C mean?"

"Wow." There was a low whistle as his lips curled into a disparaging sneer. "You dragged me in here to help solve a brain teaser? All that computing power, and still dumb as a rock."

"An analysis of my intelligence was not requested. Answer the question."

"And if I don't?"

"You are in no position to bargain." Reaching back onto his pile of documents, Nines retrieved another page and began to calmly read out the contents. "We already have sufficient evidence to charge you on your most recent criminal activities. These include, but are not limited to:

Illegal assembly, causing an obstruction, insubordination, inciting violence, physical assault, resisting arrest—"

"All right, all right."

"This isn't even going into your previous criminal charges or affiliations with terror groups. If you refuse to comply, we will be forced to release this information to the appropriate parties—including your employer."

Robert appeared unswayed by the threat. He held up his head confidently and let out a dismissive scoff. "I had a background check when I was hired. They already know all the shit I've done."

"They are aware of your previous transgressions, but I imagine they will be displeased to hear that you are not as reformed as you seek to present”, Nines tutted with faux sympathy, lips tugged upwards in subtle amusement. “It is rather unfortunate, given the fact you have two young dependents."

The man's confidence quickly dissipated as he stilled, face pale. "You can't do that."

"I assure you, I can”, Nines leant forward, looming over the table menacingly, “and as I do not need to sleep, I won’t be losing any. So, Mr Finch, the choice is yours."

"…Storage Locker C."

"Repeat for the record, please."

"CyberLife Storage Locker C”, he said a little louder. “It isn’t at the main headquarters. It’s at the industrial estate across the street. That's where he told us to meet if anything went wrong."

"Who is 'he'?"

"I don't know. Nobody does. He just showed up on the forum one day, rambling about how he'd bring about the ‘Second Age of Man’." Robert made an air-quote gesture with his fingers. “At first, we all thought he was nuts, but then he started…showing us things. Stuff he'd done to androids. Saying if we worked together, we could make them all pay."

"Surely you must have met him in person to exchange the phone."

Robert shook his head, "It was a silent drop-off. He told me to go there alone and leave it in a lockbox. I swear, I've never seen his face. I don't even know his name."

“How did you know where the instructions came from if the man refused to identify himself?"

"Look, it's easy to tell when it's him. He sends these weird codes—cyphers, anagrams, that kind of shit. It's amazing that moron Scott kept up with it for as long as he did."

"You mentioned a safe, were you given a code to unlock it?"

"Well, yeah, obviously." Robert monotoned, "How else would I get inside?"

"Tell me what it was."

"Seriously? I don't remember. It was a random set of numbers."

Nines slammed a hand on the hard metal surface, causing the suspect to jump. "I won't ask again."

"Okay, Jesus Christ—" The man shook a little as he reached for his pocket before groaning as his search returned empty. "It was written on my phone, which I'm pretty sure one of your buddies confiscated."

Nines glanced at the two-way mirror, making unknowing eye contact with his partner. Gavin shifted in place, seething in annoyance at just how well things were progressing.

Reading the prompt, Chris reached into a nearby desk and pulled out a battered smartphone. He then switched on the mic that connected to the two-way intercom, speaking into it clearly. "I've got it."

"Excellent", he clipped, returning his attention to Robert. "Where did you write it down?"

"I don't know", the man complained, grumbling under his breath. "In the notes app somewhere."

Gavin looked over Chris' shoulder as he scrolled down the app's contents. He sifted through various shopping lists and other innocuous information until he found a peculiarly labelled file.

"I think I got it." His brow knitted in concentration as he read out a string of numbers: "22 42 15 11 44."

Nines' LED cycled yellow as he committed the sequence to memory. He then stood from the table, gathering his documents as he did so. "We will be ceasing your phone until further notice, and my colleague will be escorting you to a holding cell."

"Are you serious?" Robert slapped his hands on the table, also preparing to stand until a sharp glare from Nines dissuaded him. "I told you everything I know. You said if I cooperated, you'd let me go."

"I said that your case may be considered more favourably", the android corrected. "Whether or not you were aware of the consequences, your actions have made you an accomplice to a very serious crime. We have no choice but to detain you. I suggest you contact a lawyer.

As Nines briskly re-entered the room, Chris stood to the wayside, gaping at him with awe. "Wow, RK900. I wasn’t even the one being interrogated, and I was still scared of you." He then cringed at the words, seemingly realising that the compliment could be construed as a little backhanded.

Fortunately for him, the misguided remark appeared to fall on deaf ears as Nines pivoted on his heel and turned his attention directly to Fowler. "Captain, I wish to investigate this 'Storage Locker C' as an urgent priority. I would also like to request that forensics accompany me."

Fowler’s once sceptical expression had morphed into a look of mild satisfaction. By the standards of the perpetually surly man, he was practically grinning ear-to-ear. "Yeah, it's…done. Just send over the paperwork."

"I will return to my post to submit the required forms. I will also upload all audio-visual data from the last twenty minutes."

As Nines left to return to his workstation, Gavin followed his movements closely, refusing to be brushed aside. He fought to match his partner’s pace, making it significantly harder to be ignored as he all but breathed down his neck.

"So what, am I fucking invisible?" He snapped, voice heavy with pent-up emotion. “This is bullshit, Nines, just look at me."

Nines ignored the plea, as he seemed to deliberately misinterpret the motivation behind the outburst. "It is a tremendous breakthrough in our case. I would have thought you'd be pleased."

"Not the case, you fucking asshole, the way you're acting. It's obvious that something is bothering you, so why not talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about." As Gavin attempted to march to his side, Nines picked up the pace, fervently avoiding his eye-line.

"Nothing, seriously?"

"I have not misspoken."

"So, what, you sticking your tongue down my throat? That doesn't warrant a conversation?"

This was enough to bring the android to a halt, permitting Gavin a glimpse at his face. There was no hint of the stoic composure that he had been trying so stridently to maintain. His startled eyes bulged wide as they snapped over to his partner.

"Would you please keep your voice down?" The request came as a low hiss as if Nines was desperate to preserve some privacy in their heated exchange.

"I don't get why you ran away. You seemed to be enjoying yourself." While Gavin attempted to play off the statement with salacious confidence, the mask of assurance quickly slipped. "If you changed your mind, or you wanted to stop, you could have just said. Instead of ghosting me like a fucking coward."

"You appear to be labouring under the pretence that my entire life revolves around you." There was a biting edge to Nines' tone as he glared viciously at his partner. "I'm afraid I must deflate your ego. We had reached a potential breakthrough in the investigation, and we both couldn't afford to be absent."

"And you couldn't spare the 30 fucking seconds it would have taken to message me this?"

"I have been busy, Detective. With you at home, I have had to pick up a significant additional workload."

"Don't get salty. You were the one who ran to Fowler saying I needed time off." Gavin clenched his jaw, his anger intermingled with lingering feelings of hurt and betrayal. "I'm starting to think you were trying to get rid of me."

A vague hint of guilt flashed across his partner's face, vanishing as soon as appeared, "That statement is entirely unfounded."

"Did you think if you made me look bad enough, they'd give you another partner?" He watched as Nines' resolve continued to falter, sneering in begrudging victory. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Control yourself. You are behaving like a child."

"Oh? So you throw a fucking tantrum because you don't want to be friends anymore, and I'm the one who's being childish?"

"You have made it abundantly clear that we were never friends", Nines seethed. He appeared to be nearing his emotional limit; face tinged a near-luminous blue and jaw clenched uncomfortably. "What happened the other day was regrettable, and I'd rather not discuss it further. I think it best if we put it behind us."

"So all that stuff about you learning to own your mistakes, was that bullshit?"

"Gavin, please."

"Was it all bullshit, Nines? Did any of it mean anything to you?"

The android stared at the floor, fists clenched. Resentment dripped from every syllable of his deeply scathing words: "I think you can attest to how little it meant."

"So it's my fault. Of-fucking-course", Gavin cackled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I guess you aren't a machine, after all. I don't know many toasters capable of being such a cruel, vindictive asshole."

"This conversation is over." Nines deadpanned, feigning a return to composure despite the frenzied light show on his forehead, "I think it best if we set aside our differences and focus on catching our culprit. With any luck, he will soon be apprehended, and we can wash our hands of this ill-fated partnership."

The words hit Gavin like a punch to the gut, shattering what little remained of his pride. He leaned towards Nines, chest extended in a show of fierce hostility. "Sounds fucking perfect to me."

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Ch. 80 // Itty Bitty Issues // Day 55 Part 1

Contents (Warnings): Lynette gets to go back to work (teasing, slight angst, g/t, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 3,000 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Middle Of The Night (ViolinCover) - Joel Sunny

Side note: This chapter will be with Lynette's part in third person (I'm playing/testing with it). If it's too disorienting this far into the story, go ahead and send me a message on this post! And or if you like this better, do the same!

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(Nov. 19th, Saturday (right after eating Lynette)

Lev

He swayed back to his seat. He rested back down and ran his slightly pointed tongue across his lips. A bit of her taste still remained on them.

He did it more so out of habit than obsession.

Her struggle slowly simmered down, an occasionally misplaced kick or two, but that had been it. Aw, did I play with you too much beforehand? He chirped in his own mind, knowing if he projected his voice to her, she'd be too tired to hear it.

His yellow flame framed his phone. He ran over the black screen before his hand tapped at its surface twice. It lit up and showed another new message from her.

The weight at his stomach grew heavier, and it wasn't because of Lynette's body. He pressed his fangs together and tilted his head back. My neck feels cold.

Bzzzt

The sudden vibration in his pocket knocked him out of it. He brought out hers. It was something that didn't shrink with her. He tapped on the screen, and he could see it was a message from someone named Wicks.

Her phone didn't let him read it. He had to put in a pattern to reveal more options. What would she put? He smirked. She'd make it a recognizable shape, and I'd imagine it'd be something she'd find cute.

His first thought went to the Halloween party. He could vividly remember the ridiculous mascot-like costume that summoned the monster's eyes to her. He didn't expect to precisely replicate the pattern first try.

Her phone unlocked for him. Lev snickered at the odds.

"Your very predictable, aren't you?" His hands tapped at his abdomen. It was hard to tell she rested inside. He opened her message without hesitation.

Wicks: I want you to send me updates starting tomorrow. 2:30 a.m.

Updates, huh? The urge to take a picture of his abdomen and send it to Wicks was, oh, so tempting. But, his fascination with this character drove his curiosity more. Who is Wicks? Is it the brother she mentioned? If I recall, she did say she hadn't been involved with magic.

He put two and two together and still found himself unsure whether he knew what was going on or assumed something else. It'll be fun to extract from her later.

Lev looked back at the time on the clock, and since he had a little more than an hour to kill, he took the time to eat the rest of his cold steak, chopping it into pieces and then eating bite by bite as he scrolled through Lynette's phone.

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(Nov. 19th, Saturday, noon)

He had two hours left before he had to bring her back to work.

His digits tapped at his stomach, and his other hand clutched the small wooden figurine he had made. He made a replica of the guy he was seeing tonight. He tried to capture the same detail and style as the guy previously showed him.

Lev admired the work, running his hand along the curves of the sanded and softwood. He placed it on top of the spinning maze he made.

He opened one of its small doors and brushed his finger across the tiny dots. It made him smile. If Lynette had known Brail, she would have found herself overwhelmed as all the doors said Lev Lawless, and the walls inside stated that they were the correct way to the exit, misleading her direction to purposefully push her to a dead end.

He shut the tiny door and stood up. His workroom had gotten quite cluttered. He had many hobbies he had picked up from his dates littered about inside the room. Including the dartboard he trained with.

You were so lucky Alexander decided to be petty. Since he rushed his fun, he'd love to have her around for two more days. These games have been so fun, though.

He had moved next to his door, flicking to the T.V. in the back corner. He wanted to bring another fighting game to bet with, whereas he also liked being able to observe his opponents closely. So games that required the other to look one another in the eye excited him the most.

We should get some fresh air. Lev amused himself, going to his room to get dressed. He'd go out and get a coffee with her still inside him.

She had already been in him for nine hours. Unlike the hybrid, Alexander, Lev, much like any other monster, didn't have a limit.

He weaved in and out of traffic, ending up at a coffee shop near the pizzeria. He got in line, only one other keeping him from getting his roasted coffee at the counter.

His eyes danced between each customer and staff member. He eventually landed his gaze on the woman in front of him due to her "subtle" glances.

He stepped up before she paid and offered to pay it with his.

...

Lynette

When her eyes opened, she gasped. Nothing was underneath her, and she panicked to grab what suspended her. Due to the pants below her and her quick glance up, she quickly figured out what and who it was.

He held Lynette up by the middle of her shirt back. It kept her arms from being able to successfully grab at his fingers.

"What's the matter, Lynette?" Lev said. He tipped her toward his face. "Do you find the outside world so scary that you'd rather hide away inside of me? I'm so flattered.~" He teasingly put her near his lips, "I'll gladly-"

"NO! I never want to be inside your body again."

Lev exhaled. He looks pleased with himself. "Then it sounds like you have to win your bets and everyone else's, huh?" He swung her back, "I'd love it if you could make it more of a challenge for me."

I can't do that when you all stack the games against me! She didn't want to give Lev more reasons to antagonize her, especially after his omission yesterday. Even if he ate her without reason, he treated her no different than food.

Her mind slipped back to what happened after she was swallowed. There weren't any noticeable changes. At least as Lev described, there was no unbearable smoldering heat nor any remanence of the smoothie he drank.

"The challenges are usually as fair as the coin toss," She quietly uttered.

Lev's finger poked the side of her face. He pressed at it, spinning her around slowly. Her work shirt tightened.

"I wasn't the one who won the coin toss, Lynette.~" He stopped what he was doing at the fifth swat of her tiny hand to his finger. He let her go, and she spun around as the shirt untwisted.

She couldn't stop herself and exclaimed, "You could have lied."

A minacious smug scoff left his mouth, "Why would I make it into a game otherwise? If I won every time, it'd get boring."

She held her tongue again. She felt like Lev dared her to question him further.

I don't want to give him any other ideas.

Lynette looked away from him. Pay attention to anything else, Lynette. She peered out the tinted windows. We're in the pizzeria parking lot? "Why did you take me to the pizzeria so early?"

Lev spoke next to her ear, "Early?"

She fixed her gaze on the building, "...what time is it then?"

Lev glanced behind her at the dashboard of his car, "1:45 p.m."

"And you JUST let me out now?!"

His eyelids lowered, resting in their usual devious position. "I was enjoying our closeness, Lynette. Is that so criminal?"

His remarks made her skin crawl. She contained her whimpers. "That's not-you're-" Don't fall for his games. "Can you take me inside and leave me on the time clock or something, please?"

He shut his eyes, still smiling, and nodded.

Lev exited his car, not changing the way he carried her. "I would never leave you somewhere alone and so helpless, Lynette."

She wanted to say, you're a liar.

Instead, Lynette said, "I can't get hurt, and it'll be in the pizzeria; I'll be fine."

"Right," Lev lifted her up fast, let go of her shirt, then snatched her up by the ankle. "I don't know why I keep forgetting."

"That doesn't mean you should carry me like this!"

The dizziness felt like being on a ship bombarded by waves during a storm.

He released a pleased chuckle, "I know how to handle humans. I do it all the time." He stopped at the door, took out his badge with his free hand, and scanned it to open the door. "Though, when handling them, I generally put them elsewhere.~"

Her mind lost its functionality. How could he say things like that?! She didn't want to hear any more; lucky for her, she didn't.

"LYNETTE!" Their jolly voice reached her. Lev perked up at it too.

"And hey, Lev! It's been a while since I've seen you two!" He said with a cheerful smile. Then he veered his head to one side, "Wait a minute, Lynette, you're smaller than I remember."

"Shrimpy, isn't she?" Lev snickered.

Don't remind me of my other obstacle today.

"I took a shrink potion Claudia made," She said with a sigh, "it's nice to see you again, June." At least he's nice... "Are you staying here late?"

The boy with rounded bottom spectacles grinned, "I'm doing a double shift today! Since Zilla is out. Plus, Edgar wasn't sure if Claudia was coming back today." June saluted, then threw his arms up with excitement, "SO I get to hang out with you!"

She needed the cold water his joy provided after experiencing Lev's heat wave.

June looked over Lev's shoulder, "HEY, CLAUDIA!"

Lev spun on his heels and stumbled back until he hit the wall.

Lynette assumed Lev wanted sight on both of them.

The suntouched fae ran up to them and huffed, "Aw! I wanted to be around when she used it!" Her multicolored eyes darted around Lynette's body. "Can you hear fine? Be heard fine? I also made it affect a small radius around you this time, so your clothes would get small too."

She didn't even realize that before Sandra had given her a small golden clamp to allow people to hear her voice even at her size.

Lynette felt her throat. I didn't even think of that.

"I heard every little noise from her just fine.~" Lev said as he tossed Lynette to Claudia. "Thank you again, Claudia. I really enjoyed my little extra time with Lynette."

Claudia caught me and cradled me in her small hands. Her smile widened, "I'm glad to have tested it." She went to wave to him off and waved the hand with Lynette in it.

"Claudia!"

The innocent-appearing girl brought me to her face, "Yes?"

June patted Claudia's arm, "I don't think she likes the shaking too much."

Lynette's new friend giggled, "Sorry, you're so shakable being this small!" Claudia then lifted Lynette up, "And very edible looking."

"VERY WH-" Lynette pushed at Claudia's fingers, "Please don't get any ideas. You're supposed to be better than them! Friends don't eat friends!"

June's happiness dropped, "what? I eat my friends sometimes, they eat me, and I ate you." His lower lip quivered, "are we...not friends?" He sounded afraid of what she might say.

"WE ARE FRIENDS! That was different! You didn't eat me against my will!" She stared up at Claudia. Who looked at the next person coming down the hall.

"Drake!" Claudia and June said in unison.

June continued, "And Alexander."

Claudia corrected the slime, "No, no, June, that's Mr. Meanie!"

Alexander's let out a partial growl, "fuck you too." His eyes locked onto Lynette immediately after. "Who's game day is it today, shrimp?"

Lynette laid limply in Claudia's hand. Can't you call me by my name? Her thoughts returned to the harmonic way her name always left Lev's lips. You know, never mind.

"Drake's." She said, "Your day's tomorrow."

Drake bobbed lazily, "Good thing I left my game in the breakroom."

He looks tired.

June interrupted Drake, "Can I play too?"

Claudia nodded in agreement, "Me too!"

Before Alexander could open his mouth, Lynette filled the silence. "YES."

The muscular male gave her a vexed smirk. "Great."

She didn't like his tone. And if he doesn't win today...I don't think he'll let anyone else but himself win tomorrow...dang it.

...

Drake

Today it felt harder to hold Lynette in his breast pocket. He felt grateful that she was at least far more antsy today. He couldn't take her being calm. It's mainly why holding her in his pocket bothered him so much.

It wasn't even a crescent moon this evening that was two nights ago. Not that he had been keeping up with his previous diet anyway.

He finally had the chance to set her down and away from himself. He gently lowered her onto the table, and once his fingers let go, there was a bit of relief.

Not that the relief was totally gone. June was the only other person there with them.

"You look so super cute small like that, Lynette!" The slime with messy bedhead brown hair said with a gleam.

Upon reflex, Drake's ears tried to listen to June's nonexistent heart. The lack of heartbeat always threw him off and perturbed him. Is he lying? Teasing her? Or...? Drake peered past his bangs and examined June's loving expression.

I'm on to you. He thought to himself as if June was some sort of mastermind.

"Thanks, but I think I look better at my height," Lynette grumbled, taking a seat on the table.

His ears picked up on her heart's rhythm, her beats were starting to calm, and he could feel himself compelled to get closer. He pushed his eyelids together and got up from his seat.

The two watched his suddenness; he could tell by their silence. He walked toward the fridge. I need blood. He reminded himself. Though, fresh, warm, human blood sounded far more appealing. I can't bite her.

He still wanted to try. He caught someone sliding beside him while leaning over the open fridge. He peeked over the fridge door. It was Claudia.

"Whatcha doing?"

Drake momentarily tuned into the peppy beat of her heart. Claudia only displayed it with him and now a bit with Lynette. He didn't question it.

"Getting a drink," he lowered himself and got one out of his lunch box. He decided to grab the case instead and bring it to the table.

"Does it taste better in the pouch?" Claudia asked.

"No," Drake said as he shut the fridge door behind him.

"Then why do you drink it from the pouches?"

"Convenience." He tried to move her away from this conversation. "It's not like I have many choices."

Claudia tipped her head back at Lynette and then back to Drake.

Drake lowered his head, "She's small right now, Claudia." He quickly continued, "And I don't want to get too used to one person's blood. That's how vampires become obsessive." Though it has been a while, hasn't it? He shook his head and looked over at Claudia. He could tell she spoke with curiosity.

His eyes shifted to the door and saw Alexander finally going to lunch break. He's lucky he doesn't remember tastes. He'd never have to deal with that issue.

"That's really weird," Claudia said.

Drake gave a slight "ha, ha," like she mocked him. He forgot she was genuinely serious and blunt with her statements. "From what I understand, it used to be a lot harder for our kind to get blood from those outside our species, so our bodies naturally want to take claim over things."

He found his shoulders rising and pushing his pecs slightly inward. The conversation talking about other vampires started to bother him. It only brought up a sour taste, and the person he wanted dead.

"Did vampires attack each other before?" Claudia walked backward in front of him so she could face him. Drake hated what she said. "It's a lot easier with all the options, huh?"

Drake's naturally and slightly clawed fingers started to sink into the lunch box. Easier. Everything was supposed to come easy to me. His thoughts began to haze. He didn't realize he was still in the break room. And the shape in front of him wasn't Claudia anymore. He felt his fangs sharpen and his body getting ready to lurch at her.

"HEY, DRAKE, ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING GET YOUR GAME OR WHAT?!"

Drake's shoulders sank. Claudia didn't notice or was so unassuming that she didn't think Drake would attack her.

He tilted his head over, and his bangs fell from his wine-red eyes. Their light glow was visible to everyone at the table. "It doesn't matter how fast I get the game out—you're gonna lose anyway."

"I'm gonna make your sorry ass eat those words." Alexander's ruffled and playful frustration created a smile on Drake's face.

He was too embarrassed to ever tell Alexander he found some levity in him. You're still a massive pain in the ass, though.

Drake refocused on Claudia when she moved closer to his face. She moved to study his eyes closer.

He jumped and took a few steps back. He adjusted his bangs back to normal. You don't know personal space, do you? He thought to hide his abash.

He didn't think being close to anyone right now was a good idea. He held out his lunchbox to Claudia. He lowered it down enough for her to grip it correctly. "I'm going to get the game. Can you move this to the table for me?"

She nodded and tapped its zipper before he turned to the kitchen cabinets, "Can I have one?"

Drake squinted at her, "A blood pouch?"

"Yes!"

"No."

...

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