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localspiderboy · 2 years

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Come on, live a little. | Billy Loomis x Scaredy Cat!MaleReader

You’ve always been one to play by the rules. Your friend Billy thinks it’s time to take you out of your comfort zone.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, sneaking out, shy reader, inexperienced reader, coercion, oral male receiving, face fucking, corruption kink, hair pulling, sub!Reader, dom!Billy

Word Count: 1463

Kinktober Prompt - Corruption

a/n: I'm like 3 days late but I warned y'all. I'm also not doing the prompts in order just whichever ones I'm most excited to write that day. Here's one for Billy, none of the events of the movie would have happened if they just let you kiss your homie rip. Wrote this at 2 am it started out great and then well, you tell me lol. Enjoy!

“Billy?” You whispered head swiveling left and right trying to spot your friend.

“Billy!” You repeated, harsher this time. This is so stupid you thought. He’s the one that wanted you to sneak out and now he’s late to his meeting. Why’d he wanted to meet at an abandoned house of all places? He’s always been a horror fanatic but that was never really your thing. Despite how many times he and Stu tried to get you to like it, you just couldn’t handle it.

Your mouth opened prepared to call out to him again but was interrupted. Thunk. You heard what sounded like something falling come from behind you. Quickly you turned around, using the flashlight in your hand to try to light up the area. It didn’t help much, the house was surrounded by forest your small flashlight did nothing against the inky darkness. “Billy!” You called out straining your neck trying to spot your friend anywhere around. No response. You sighed, you knew Billy was probably around here somewhere.

Another sound coming from the side of the house makes you jump, quickly turning in that direction. “Billy, if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.” Slowly you step carefully towards the direction of the sound, fed up with the game Billy was playing. But then you have the sudden thought that it could be a squatter and not your friend took any bravery you felt left your body.

“Seriously this isn’t a funny man! If you don’t come out I’m gonna leave.” Another bang makes you jump, skin raised with goosebumps and hair standing on end you quickly back away. “This is ridiculous.” You mutter under your breath. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into their firm chest. A shrill yell left your lips and you flayed your arms around in an attempt to get away. Not stopping until you heard Billy’s familiar laugh.

“Hey! Hey it’s me.” He spoke in between laughs, letting go of your arms and allowing you to turn around.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You know I scare easy Billy.” You huff as you look around for the flashlight you dropped in the struggle. You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest.

“I know I’m sorry.”

You hum non-committal, not completely believing that he was all that apologetic.

“What are we doing here anyway?” you asked hitting the flashlight with the back of your hand, it flickered on only for a second before dimming out again. Dead. Great.

Billy lifts his polaroid camera, shaking it in his hands with a smile. “We, my friend are here to take photos.”

“And why are we doing that exactly?”

“Halloween decorations… and memories.” Billy hands you his camera and gestures for you to follow him. The front door isn’t gonna work he explains but there’s a window around back that’ll do the trick.

“We can’t just go to the store like normal people?”

“Nope.” He grunts as he struggles to pull open the old window but after some effort it budges. “Plus we gotta get you out of your comfort zone. After you sir.”

You simply sigh and crawl through the window.

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Somehow you lost Billy again because of course you did. You can’t seem to catch a break tonight. You had turned your back for one second to look at the graffiti on the wall and then all of a sudden he was gone again. “Please don’t scare me again Billy.”

You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest in anticipation.

“Woah, your hearts beating fast. I didn’t even mean to scare you that time.” His sudden presence makes you take in a sudden breath your eyes shutting quickly. I need to put a bell on this man, you think to yourself.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you terrify me multiple times in one night.”

“Terrified huh?” He places a hand at the curve of your waist, leaning further into you.

“Billy.” You pay no mind to his hand on your waist, you’re just ready to go home, no longer wanting to be teased.

“You know if you’re this scared we could do something that will really get your mind off things.”

“Replace that feeling with something good.” He whispers against your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine. You want to ask him what he means but he answers the question before it could even leave your lips, pressing his erection up against your back.

“O-oh I uh...I’ve never really done anything like that before.” You are flustered and a little embarrassed to admit that you don’t have much experience.

“Really?” His voice is husky as he kisses down your neck. It makes your knees weak.

“You don’t gotta worry I’ll take good care of you.” He lifts his head, turning yours to face him. His eyes are barely visible to you but you can tell they’re looking right into yours. Everything about him is so utterly intoxicating, it’s hard to resist. “Teach you how to do everything. What do you say?”

“O-okay.” You mutter quietly and he smiles.

He looks down towards your lips but doesn’t kiss you. “Let’s start you off with something easy hm?” You nod and he turns you around to face him, pushing you down on your knees.

You looked up at him wide-eyed and he unbuckled his belt, opening his pants enough to pull his cock out.

“Don’t look so scared baby I said I’d walk you through it~” He teased as he pushed his member against your lips. “Open the mouth of yours baby. Yeah stick your tongue out~” You followed his instructions whimpering when he taps his dicks against your tongue.

He grunts. “You look fucking good like this. I’m just gonna push the tip in okay?” You hum in acknowledgment preparing yourself as best you could for the intrusion. You try to lift your hands to his thighs to brace yourself but he swiftly pushes them off himself.

“Ah ah, keep those hands to yourself, babe.” Billy rests a hand on the back of your head. “Gotta move your head y/n.” He pushes slightly at your head, just to encourage you to find your rhythm.

Your movements are slow and unsure, the furthest you go is about halfway down. Billy allows this for only a few moments before he gets impatient and takes control. “Lemme show you how to do it.”

The hand resting on your head suddenly grips your hair and forces you down the rest of his cock, holding you there. You try and fight the urge to gag around him. “Fuck.. you're a natural y/n.” He moans, his head falling back. He curses again holding you for a moment longer before letting you free.

You immediately pull off of him coughing. “What the hell Billy?” You spoke angrily.

He shrugged at you with a smug smile on his face. “It distracted you didn’t it? Now do you still wanna learn or are you gonna keep complaining?” You looked at him skeptically but nodded, scooching closer to him slowly. You trusted Billy not to hurt you and he was right you did feel way less scared now. Way less.

“Atta boy.” He encourages you and pulls you back around his dick. Moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. “Keep your head still for me, okay?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before his hand is tugging at your hair to keep you steady and thrusting his hips at a steady pace.

He curses under his breath as he fucks into your mouth. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. You’ve never been used like this before and it’s doing something to you. He takes notice. “Is this all I needed to do to keep you from getting scared? Use you like some cheap whore?” You moan at his words and it causes his hips to stutter.

“I’m the first person that’s ever gotten to fuck this mouth huh?” He picks up the pace, his rhythm much more uncoordinated as he approaches his end. “Gonna be the first to cum down that throat and you’re gonna take it.”

He slaps your cheek to catch your attention. “Hey, hey look at me.” You make eye contact with him and your utterly fucked out expression is what helps his climax. He holds your head to the base of his cock, forcing you to swallow all of his seed.

He lets you go and watches as you cough and try to catch your breath. You don’t get too long of a break though because soon he’s gripping your chin and forcing you to look his way. “We’re just getting started baby.”

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years

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Jean, Yanfei, Keqing, and Shinobu with a Majima-esque S/O

Part 2 of this post

Jean was honestly expecting her S/O to be nothing but trouble for the citizens of Mondstadt.

A former criminal from Inazuma coming to Mondstadt to start a construction company? What kind of weak cover story was that?

Though much to her surprise, it was actually legit, no illegal connections or anything. It was normal.

Though S/O was anything but normal.

They acted borderline psychotic, not to mention their horrific sense of clothing.

The way they fought was like a mad dog, wielding a knife and leaping from person to person at blinding speeds.

And yet, she somehow fell in love with a person like that.

Jean had come to personally warn them several times of their actions when Knights were supposed to take care of a commotion.

(S/O) "Eh? AH, JEAN-CHAN!"

She raised an eyebrow. Was that some kind of Inazuman-honorific?

Regardless, Jean sighed and continued on.

(Jean) "This was supposed to be handled by the Knights, S/O."

(S/O) "Oh come on, this shady person was gonna attack this poor lady! Can't tell me I can't be a gentleman, Jean-chan!"

(Jean) "You will refer to me as Master Jean, and nothing else. I won't be as forgiving next time."

Shrugging, S/O walked away.

The next time they spoke, was late at night as they sat in the benches, looking at the sky.

Jean walked over to them, this time without anyone accompanying her.

(S/O) "...Oh, Jean. 'Sup?"

Jean blinked in surprise, they didn't scream her name at the top of their lungs. They even dropped the 'chan' part.

(Jean) "You're...very calm."

(S/O) "Yeah? I'm just thinking. What do you want with me?"

(Jean) "I just wanted to say thank you for protecting Barbara."

(S/O) "The Deacon? 'Course I would, when a freak like that is stalking her, someone oughtta do something."

S/O had scared off, permanently, Barbara's biggest 'fan', though they dropped any pretense of being "mad" or any amusing antics.

It was the most serious anyone in the city had ever seen them, and no one who did would like a repeat of it.

Including Jean and Barbara themselves.

(S/O) "...You referred to her pretty casually though. You two close?"

Jean sat down with S/O and nodded.

(Jean) "Very...If I may ask, what got you that riled up to the point you dropped the act?"

(S/O) "..."

(Makoto) "Miss Kamisato, thank you so much for helping us again."

(Ayaka) "Please, just call me Ayaka."

(S/O) "Eh? Why the hell do I gotta keep calling you Miss Kamisato for?"

(S/O) "...Just don't like it when people pick on those who can't defend themselves."

(Jean) "I think I have misjudged you, S/O."

(S/O) "Hm...Think I did too with ya, Jean. Tell ya what, if you're off next time we can grab a drink. On me."

(Jean) "I look forward to it."

The next time they did meet, S/O popped out of a bush, scaring the absolute hell out of her and a few Knights.

(S/O) "JEAN-CHAN! Let's spar!"

(Jean) "W-Wha, right now?!"

As time went on, though they had their mad persona they showed everyone, Jean saw S/O's serious side come out whenever the two had a drink together.

From their stories about Makoto's death, and Miss Kamisato's kindness, she wanted to know more about the person who suffered so much for other's sake.

And if anything, to see if she can give them the happy ending they deserved.

Honestly, Yanfei had to wrangle S/O in a good majority of the time.

She was already viewed as a bit of an oddball, but S/O's eccentric personality only made things worse.

They acted insane, like they were ready to go off the leash at any second, not to mention being from Inazuma and most likely a criminal themselves.

Yet, that's not what scares Yanfei about her S/O.

it's the fact she knows how serious they are.

She once saw S/O singlehandedly shut down a corrupt market stall through words alone. The knife they always carried wasn't brandished once.

Yanfei always lectures them on how they shouldn't interfere with the laws of Liyue. Though they act like they don't care, the fact they recited one of the passages word for word told her otherwise.

As crazy as they seemed to be, they were really trying to help bring any justice and assistance to her as they could.

Though anytime Yanfei mentions reading her law books, S/O immediately dives into the harbor.

Well...they're trying?

But at some point, she does want to ask about their past, as they were serious when confessing at least.

But Yanfei definitely couldn't complain that things were boring with S/O around.

Keqing thought Ningguang was mad bringing in a former criminal to the Liyue Qixing.

Especially with a loose cannon like S/O.

They didn't care anything about basic etiquette, which was even stranger considering they were Ningguang's personal guard.

They intimidated any unruly client, especially the Fatui and Treasure Hoarders.

In fact, it has to be expressed specifically by Ningguang that they do not go "exterminate" any of the Treasure Hoarders, and the job should be left to the Millelith.

Though S/O's explosive personality became well known to all of Liyue Harbor, getting the title "The Mad Dog of the Qixing."

The way they act enrages her, especially when they refer to her as "Keqing-chan".

Their singing tone of voice irritates her, especially their disregard to everyone's authority.

Especially her's.

(Keqing) "You can't just waltz in like that!"

(S/O) "Eh? Oh, sorry boss. Won't happen again."

But in some weird way...she begrudgingly respects them.

They carved their own path and know exactly how to live their life, something she hasn't entirely done.

And what surprised her most of all, is how she's seen them with their guard down.

Keqing walked into their room with half a mind to lecture them until she saw how much sadness was in their eyes.

They were staring at a small watch, it seemed like they hadn't even realized she came in.

(Keqing) "...S/O?"

(S/O) "Oh, hey, Keqing."

(Keqing) "Is that your watch?"

(S/O) "...Yeah, a gift from a friend."

(Keqing) "It's a beautiful watch."

(S/O) "Really? I think it's a little plain. But then again..."

(Makoto) "I don't think it's plain at all!"

(Ayaka) "Yes, it looks perfect to me."

(Majima) "Come on, it's supposed to be a portable clock, why you making such a big deal out of it?"

(Makoto) "Cause it's a gift from you! Of course I'm gonna make a big deal out of it."

(Ayaka) "See, I told you! You shouldn't have worried so much."

(S/O) "..."

Keqing tried to lighten the mood.

(Keqing) "Your friend has good yet strange taste if they were hanging around you."

(S/O) "Yeah...Strange taste indeed."

("Haruka") "Oh, I have to go. Goodbye Ayaka, and S/O!"

Noting how their expression darkened, Keqing cleared her throat.

(Keqing) "My apologies, I didn't mean-"

(S/O) "Eh, don't worry about it. I've been a crazy bastard the entire time anyways. Makes sense you'd take a jab."

Chuckling, and putting the watch away, they waved their hand dismissively.

(S/O) "Boss wants me there at the meeting, yeah? Be right there."

Still seeing the sadness in their eyes as they left the door, Keqing stood in utter disbelief.

Just what had they gone through before arriving in Liyue?

...She supposed she could at least give them a chance after seeing a whole new side of them.

Besides, it looked like they could use a friend.

It then got to the point where they began spending much more time together, to where she got to know who the watch was meant for.

And her heart bled for them.

They didn't have to go their life alone, not if she could help it.

Shinobu got very acquainted with S/O after they picked sparring fights with Itto on a regular basis.

The Mad Dog of Inazuma was someone everyone in the city was familiar with at this point.

But the Arataki gang had to deal with their madness because they were one of the only few to indulge them.

(S/O) "ITTO-CHAN!"

(Itto) "Oh, so you're back for more eh? LET'S GO, BRO!"

The noise complaints they had got spiraled out of control, since everytime the authorities would show up, S/O was nowhere to be seen.

Making her clean up the mess.

One day, Shinobu had enough of their antics.

Using Itto as bait, S/O predictably showed up.

Well, in the sense of being there. The way they began the fight was emerging from within a tree. She had no idea how they got in there, nor did she care at this point.

(Shinobu) "Everyone, STOP."

(Itto) "Y-YES MA'AM!"

The entire gang backed off, leaving S/O confused.

(S/O) "Eh? The heck's with ya?"

(Shinobu) "I am Kuki Shinobu, deputy leader of the Arataki gang. And you have been causing too much trouble for us."

(S/O) "That so? Well if ya don't get out the way, there's going to be more."

Their eye widened up as they drew a dagger.

Shinobu simply crossed her arms, and furrowed her brow.

S/O didn't need to see the mask off to tell she was pissed.

(Shinobu) "Try me."

The two had a standoff, waiting for one to make a move.

Until S/O laughed, sheathing their knife.

(S/O) "You got some balls, Shinobu-chan!"

(Shinobu) "Do not call me that."

(S/O) "I'll leave for today since ya asked, have a good one now."

Itto looked slightly disappointed about the lack of a rematch, but now Shinobu was curious. Just who was this Mad Dog?

She began a mini-investigation on her own, going around the city asking if they had any information on S/O.

It first led her to Sara, which they had a lengthy discussion of what happened from their point of view.

They were apparently a former criminal who got caught in some kind of gang war.

Though, that's all she knew.

Going from lead to lead made Shinobu more curious about S/O.

They sounded less of a Mad Dog and more of a good person in the wrong profession.

Despite that, they carried on their own way, regardless of what they were told to be by society, their colleagues, and the entire world.

Shinobu really respected that.

On the third day of her investigation, she heard a voice call out to her.

(Woman's voice) "Excuse me?"

Shinobu turned around and was shocked of who was talking to her.

(Shinobu) "L-Lady Kamisato?!"

(Ayaka) "You are Kuki Shinobu?"

Shinobu bowed respectfully, but still obviously flustered.

(Shinobu) "I am, my lady. Is there anything I can help with?"

(Ayaka) "Yes, actually. I am to understand you've been asking after S/O? May I ask why?"

(Shinobu) "Ah, if I am being honest, I am satiating my curiosity about them. They seem to have more going on than the Mad Dog we see in the streets."

Shinobu could tell Ayaka felt hurt, seeing S/O get called that title.

(Shinobu) "M-My apologies. I did not mean to offend-"

(Ayaka) "Please do not worry. You have not offended me. I am just making sure that nothing is amiss. You are not working with anyone?"

(Shinobu) "No, my lady. It is just me, and only me."

Ayaka nodded.

(Ayaka) "Very well, I believe you. Please, carry on."

With a polite bow, Ayaka walked off.

(Shinobu) "Why's someone as important as her asking about S/O...?"

S/O had their curiosity, but now they had Shinobu's full attention.

Eventually, she came across an older woman at a Takoyaki stand.

And S/O was standing in front of it.

(Woman) "Ah, welcome back! Two, I'm assuming?"

(S/O) "Two? What for?"

Their tone of voice caught her off guard. It was much deeper and seemed to be more genuine. Not as crazy or high strung as she always heard them before.

(Woman) "For the fine woman behind you?"

S/O turned and gave Shinobu a nod of acknowledgement.

(S/O) "Ah, sure."

(Shinobu) "Oh, I'm not hung-"

(S/O) "Come on, this one's on me."

(Woman) "Hah, always such a gentleman!"

(S/O) "Granny, not this again!"

(Woman) "Heheh, it's true!"

(Shinobu) "Again? Do you mind if I ask?"

S/O sighed, shrugging.

(S/O) "...Alright, sure. I came here one night with a lady, and we got Takoyaki together, and for a friend."

(Woman) "They paid for everything, and even helped Miss Kamisato-"

(S/O) "Come on, do you gotta tell everyone this story?!"

(Woman) "Oh hush now, I've made sure to speak this story to only reliable people, Miss Shinobu here included!"

(Shinobu) S/O and Miss Kamisato know each other? I suppose that makes sense.

S/O handed her a takoyaki and they both sat down on a bench.

(S/O) "Any reason you're asking after me in particular?"

(Shinobu) "Oh, you know?"

(S/O) "Got a tip from a friend is all. So?"

(Shinobu) "Curiosity, more than anything. First I wanted to know why you were picking a fight with the boss, and now...I just want to know you, if that's alright."

(S/O) "Hah, only if you tell me about you too. Itto talks highly of you all the time, you know?"

(Shinobu) "Oh please, the boss and the rest of the boys get in trouble all the time, I feel like they don't appreciate me at all despite what I tell them."

S/O looked into the sky and sighed.

(S/O) "...Trust me, they know, and they care. If you suddenly disappear one day, they'll all be feeling it for the rest of their days."

Shinobu turned to S/O and saw the sadness written on their face.

(S/O) "But that's for later. How 'bout we get to eating? Pretty sure it's cooled down."

(Shinobu) "Right."

S/O turned away from them, making Shinobu confused.

(S/O) "Oh, right. Doing this cause I assume you don't like people lookin' at ya without that mask. We all got something we don't wanna show, so I get it."

(Shinobu) "Like this calmer side of you?"

(S/O) "Heh, precisely."

(Shinobu) "Then...I suppose I'll start first...Where do I start?"

The two had a long conversation spanning into the night, and for many more nights to become.

Whenever Shinobu began studying, S/O would be right behind her, albeit hollering like a lunatic.

But at the same time, she got to know the real S/O.

The one who was best friends with Makoto Makimura, and Ayaka Kamisato, but also the one who lost both.

She wants to do everything she can to protect S/O's already damaged reputation, and make sure Ayaka doesn't come under fire either from S/O's antics.

But more importantly, she at least wanted to be there for S/O.

A person who had suffered so much at least had that much right.

...Even if they were a pain in the ass to deal with for the Arataki gang.

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skaruresonic · 3 months

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idw sonic's nonsensical insistence that everyone wants to be good deep down is just stupid.

Everytime he tries asserting this dumb ideology it's with either people who joyfully choose to be evil everytime they have the option (eggman and the deadly six) or people who are literally incapable wanting or contemplating anything other than being evil (metal sonic and surge)

And the funniest part of all this? The one time idw Sonic DOES NOT preach about how everyone could have been good is when Starline dies. Starline the same guy who's biggest crime was an objectively smaller and less cruel version of Eggman's Metal Virus which corrupted/tormented every life form on the planet. According to IDW Sonic, Starline absolutely deserved death but Eggman who's objectively and frequently far worse is secretly a good guy.

This book should have never tried tackling themes of philosophy and free will. It is atrocious at handling the subject

Yeah.

In hindsight, it was rich of people to have spent all this time waxing poetic about how Sonic sees the good in everyone and omg do you want him to butcher his enemies, only to suddenly pull the "why are you feeling bad for Starline? he was a villain" card when it came to his death. Motherfuckers can't even be consistent on who deserves Sonic's compassion. Apparently he's just ~so merciful~ towards his enemies but he also picks and chooses, and it's like? Which is it? Sonic tells Surge he'd have been willing to give even Starline and Eggman a second chance, only to prove his words a bunch of hot air when he eulogizes Starline with "big oof." Because if he really believed that Starline was capable of becoming a better person, surely he'd have lamented the fact that Starline could now no longer change? Even if we examine the situation purely from an in-universe Watsonian perspective, it doesn't make sense for Sonic to be all "lmao rip" because he didn't know Starline well enough to make the judgment call that he was an irredeemable piece of shit. He only met the guy a few times. For all he knew, Starline could have been brainwashed, too.

Eggman, on the other hand, could say "I want to be evil" eight thousand times, no one gives a shit - his puppydog glance in 23 is all the proof Sonic needs to badger him to become "good" again.

Starline? Suffered a nervous breakdown and promptly died in a gruesome way? He was an awful person who had what was coming to him.

Make it make sense, bruh. Pick one.

Of course, as you've said, when you unpack the "Starline had it coming to him" sentiment, you find it really boils down to thinking Starline was somehow a worse villain than Eggman. Which we know to be bunk since Starline stole 90% of his shit from Eggman and doesn't even have a real body count, much less one to match Eggman's. People simply think he was the worse villain because we see the effects of his brainwashing up close and personal in Surge.

Speaking of Surge. :) Don't you love how Sonic essentially dismissed her pain with a shrug and a sigh? Here we have someone who, despite their destructive motivations, is fueled by genuine pain. And yet, because of the aforementioned inability to distinguish nuance, Sonic takes it as another "Guess I gotta whoop your ass until you stop being stupid and shake my hand" case. Which does not help Surge, to put it extremely lightly.

More and more you get the feeling Sonic doesn't care nearly as much as he claims he does, because his actions keep contradicting his words. Everyone is Good Deep Down, except you, Clearly Traumatized Girl. But I guess I'll give you a chance not because I actually believe you deserve one but out of the goodness of my own heart. Aren't I awesome.

The kicker, of course, is that none of this kerfuffle would exist were it not for Flynn's need to answer game questions that don't need to be raised. "Why does Sonic always let Eggman go?" Sonic doesn't really let Eggman go, for one thing; Eggman's good at escaping, for another; and for a third, maybe the games don't tackle this subject because it leads to this particular navel-gazing brand of bullshittery.

Flynn didn't like being called out on this, however. It was when issue 50 and the subsequent discourse rolled around that he decided to derail the subject by deflecting blame onto the audience.

He attempts a deep message, he bungles it, he gets mad when people point out how badly he bungled it, he insists folks should read "more adult material" because Sonic's just for kids anyway and why did you expect intelligent handling of the subject matter from him. When it's like. My brother in Christ, you are the one who brought the moral quandary to our attention to begin with. It's a copout to infantilize people for expecting you to have something to say about it lest you waste our time.

#asks

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berryunho · 4 months

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Tbh, the other day I finished reading all of Answer so far within a few hours (gotta take breaks and interruptions are inevitable).

If you told me that Answer!Yeosang doesn’t really know most of what’s actually going on, that he just somehow became a bigwig after being complicit (because he has a job he’s happy with and friends and people leave him alone) and not actually understanding the codes or anything that’s underlying, I would believe you. If you told me everyone was guilty and has done something wrong >except for Yeosang, I would believe it. He could absolutely blend into the crowd without getting into trouble and outsiders could think him a member of the insiders team without him actually understanding what they have been doing.

I just imagine him having pretended to read the dumb book and just ‘yes and’-ing his way to the top and no one would think anything of him otherwise, because “Look, mom! I can use my degree for something! I have a stable job and a place to live! I’m a farmer! And there’s a community! And yeah we do some weird things and I don’t understand them but don’t all cultures have some stuff people can’t really explain? It’s all in good fun and as long as no one gets hurt we’re all good!”

With how little we know of him, I am almost convinced he has done nothing wrong and honestly, I genuinely hope it’s the case and he’s just totally oblivious. That would be such a good plot point 😂

Otherwise at this point, as the mc I would just abandon everyone to escape and proceed with the police, because if best friend isn’t being best friend, then we’ve lost the purpose of being around and goodbye. Maybe that’s harsh but I’m still upset about Haseul and Mingi HELPING DETAIN HER

Also I’ve been hoping more and more happens with Seonghwa tbh… Turns out leader isn’t too upset about the idea of mc and Seonghwa getting together that much and if he won’t cause physical harm if they do the do because he cares about them most then there’s no actual issue with it! Like the leader didn’t do anything to him when he believed they had already done it, he just interrogated him about it. He didn’t seem to mind it in the end, though I do not get wanting to watch. But if it causes rifts between the two boys then that could be a very good thing for the rebellion!

Anyways, I hope they can cut out all this black magic seance bull and detain the false prophet, but I have a hard time believing that anyone can come out from this unscathed mentally. Except maybe Yeosang if my hope of a theory is correct 😂

Sorry for ranting at you! This is just to say that I’ve been thinking about Answer and the Pinterest boards ever since I finished binging the whole thing.

I hope not all will be lost for our favorites (NOT HONGJOONG and maybe not Jongho if he is truly irredeemable) (they can go have a nice chat for forever with the police tbh, I just hope they’re not corrupt too. I would not be able to handle it.)

🗡️

^ Me fighting back the misogyny from HJ and his drones bc I have sO many clapbacks I am ready to unLEASH at them for their insults at mc

LKAJSFLKJSAD i hope your eyes were okay after reading so many words so quickly LOL

THIS ANALYSIS OF YEOSANG IS KILLING MEEEE LMFAOASLKFDJAS LOOK MOM IM A FARMERLKAJEKJF you mustve seen this in his board on my pinterest

pls i love your analysis of the rest of this too lol you're so real dw dw for sending a long ask i love it sm and tysm for liking the story so much that you binged it !!!! that's seriously so so meaningful to me hehe

#🗡️ anon #answered #is hj a misogynist or does he just think everyone is below him hrmmmmm #idek myself lol not that thats a question for you LOL #THANK YOU AGAIN MWAH #the answer spoilers #feedback

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maaarine · 2 years

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“And here we get to a big irony about these systems, which is that they end up relying on personal explanations.

So the irony of that is that supposedly, Marxism-Leninism is a science, right? It's a science of society, a science of history.

But then if something doesn't go your way, doesn't go the way you predicted, who do you have to blame?

You can't blame yourself, you can't really blame science, you can't blame the method because that would call Marxism into question, and therefore, your legitimacy.

So you have to somehow imagine that particular individuals have almost superhuman powers.

You might catch this in things that seem like conspiracy theories, right? Or the notion that people are crossing borders, or that one or two spies inside the party can make a whole system.

Or you know, when Khrushchev says that the whole problem with the Stalin period was Stalin himself.

Like even that's not true, right? Even Stalin is not responsible for all the problems of the Stalin period.

And so the way the system deals with things going wrong is actually, ironically, to give superpowers to evil individuals and to call them names, and so on.

I'm pressing that point home because this is the way that Stalin handles the famine in 1932. He says that it's somebody's fault, right?

So it starts with: it's the Ukrainian party's fault, they've gotta work harder, they're not going out there to get the food, it's the fault of the individuals in the party.

Stalin says they have to be held, I'm quoting from July 1932, "Personally responsible."

This is detached from reality. They're doing the best they can, but they're in an impossible situation.

He then moves from there to the reason why these individuals in Ukraine are not doing what they should do. And the reason is Poland.

They're corrupted by Ukrainian nationalists, and Ukrainian nationalists are in turn being run from the Polish state, and actually, Pilsudski is in the back of it, you know, with his hands on the marionettes running everything. (…)

So this is Stalin's personalist interpretation.

It's not the laws of history, and of course it's not him, it's not the policy of collectivization, it is that these guys are deliberately sabotaging the harvest in order to break Ukraine off from the Soviet Union.

Now, this interpretation is very important because it's not everyday reality which drives policies, right?

And this is true in any system, it's the elite interpretation that's going to drive policies.

There's no informational feedback to the top of the system. This interpretation is what's going to drive policy.”

Source: Timothy Snyder: The Making of Modern Ukraine. Class 15. Ukrainization, Famine, Terror: 1920s - 1930s

#timothy snyder #russia ukraine

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ochrefic · 7 months

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Tell us about the sin-eater AU!

anon you complete me

this barely even discusses the actual story because there’s so much setup. the sin eater au has very complicated lore for something which is mostly about everyone suffering a lot. i apologize in advance

this is a modern world with magic, but it’s not very powerful. the average person mostly interacts with it in the form of purchased physical objects. the average person is able to sense magic— for instance, walking up to an enchanted object, one can likely sense the power, the temperament, and the purpose of the enchantment. they can also tell some things about other people’s internal magic.

everyone has internal magic. if you don’t it is because you are dead. your internal magic is affected by a lot of things. sometimes your physical health but mostly mental nonsense*. it can get corrupted due to the aforementioned mental nonsense, which is a tiny bit unfun.

(*this is debated** in-universe, we will come back to that in a later post)

(**"debated", we’ll come back to that in a later post)

the vast majority of people cannot do anything with their internal magic. they have no way to access it in a conscious manner. a few people are able to consciously access their magic— “magic users”.. this is sort of but not totally genetic, but in any case you cannot become a magic user on purpose. you have it or you don’t.

having access to your internal magic is mostly not a good thing. there are very few Actual Magicians because trying to do anything notable with it means studying it as a discipline, which is like learning engineering and law at the same time while going to trade school on the weekends. if you don’t want to go to superhell college, you can practice a reasonable amount and then you can do silly little party tricks. which is cool and fun!

however.

a person’s body can only contain so much magic. if you are normal and don’t have any way to consciously access yours, your body handles it for you— you’ll gradually produce more if you lose it, you won’t end up with more magic than you’re supposed to have, everything will be chill and fine.

if you are a magic user, you are theoretically capable of decreasing your internal magic via performing spells, so your body decides not to be helpful. if you have somehow acquired too much magic, you gotta get rid of it on your own.

magic users can mess with the magic of non-users. you can give magic to someone or take it away from them.

again, normal people can’t use their own magic but can perceive the magic inside of objects or other organisms. some people can use magic, which may not be good for them. here’s a third category for you to remember: a small number of people are completely unable to perceive magic at all— they are “magicblind”. this is mostly not a problem.

*****

after Many Words, we have arrived at the prologue.

john’s family belongs to a religious community which is toeing the line between “slightly weird people with unethical beliefs” and “cult”. they are christian but most of their theological beliefs aren’t super relevant

things they believe which are relevant and (very) controversial:

magic is ‘witchcraft’, which means it is evil and bad.

having corrupted magic is a sign of having sinned, and to cleanse yourself of that sin you must remove the corrupted magic.

being a magic user means that you have been chosen to act as the eater of sin for your community; this is, supposedly an honor. it is your duty to listen to the wrongdoings of your community members, to take their corrupted magic from them, and to keep it inside yourself literally forever. you are not allowed to say no.

john was eleven when he finally got caught shaking sparks from the ends of his fingers. he was twelve when he started taking sins. he was twelve, and the parents of his schoolmates were telling him about how they drink too much and they yell at their wife and they beat their children and they wish their spouse was dead, and he would take their hands and look them in the eyes and scoop out the rotten twisted bits of their magic and bury them inside himself as deeply as he could.

after a while it started to show no matter how much he tried to hide it. corrupted magic doesn’t smell, exactly, but it produces a similar sense of repulsion. his schoolmates began to look at him with disgust. their parents began to fear him. he moves his bedroom to the top floor of the house because his aura keeps his siblings from falling asleep. his mother doesn't touch him anymore.

it began to make him sick, eventually. it is a sickness that cannot be chased away, and one for which he gets no sympathy. it is a duty and it is an honor and he does as he is told. he is resigned to it. but it is a very lonely and painful path to walk. he cannot imagine anything else, but there is very little light left in his days. other than duty there is very little left to live for.

until the new foster kid with flyaway hair and ripped denim trousers sits next to him without seeming even to notice what he is.

#long post #asks #amrev #hamilton #lams #stay tuned for more posting at. some point. probably.#ask questions if any of this doesn't make sense #(probably none of it makes sense)

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Mass Effect 2 replay, part two of the Citadel:

-First time I’ve corrupted a save. I loaded falling through the Citadel background. I had to revert to a backup save and replay through the Council meeting yet again.

-I’m continuing my girl squad in ME2: I’m taking Miranda and Kasumi with me through this run. I’ve never taken either of them with me before, and they’ve both grown on me in past playthroughs.

I also just realized that I’m taking a human only squad with me in the human supremacy game. Uh. In my defense, past playthroughs have always had two aliens as squadmates.

-The running joke that the shopkeepers are only there to mind the shop and provide customer support is amusing. All sales are made through the terminal. Was this parodying something?

-The turian who loves his shotgun is also a winner. I always make sure sure to hear the full cycle of his dialogue.

-So post Battle of the Citadel, citizens are no longer permitted to carry weapons.

This can’t possibly be the first disaster the Citadel has been through. Does it go through cycles where weapons are banned, restrictions are loosened, then they’re banned again?

-Gotta love that the turian weapon shop keeper sells “experiences” (i.e, vacations) that involve people dying. Their deaths just heighten the intensity. No wonder the community is small.

-Paragon Shepard is such a sell out in ME2. But money is scarce. I wish this would come back to haunt Shepard somehow in ME3. I’ve seen some great suggestions.

-The writing for the most of of the Citadel is great. The salarian games salesman and the Tupari sales machine both have hilarious – and numerous! - lines. Someone was clearly having a good time. You won’t hear most of them in a normal playthrough unless you intentionally trigger them.

-ME1 played up the tensions between humans and turians, especially on the Citadel – you didn’t even see turians in the wards until you hit the marketplace.

Not so here. There are turian-human pairs all over the place.

Inadvertent change in tone, or intentionally reflecting the change in how humanity is viewed after the Battle of Citadel? You decide.

-Another contrast is with the Presidum bartender in ME1 and the Dark Star bartender in ME2.

Presidium bartender gave you an overview of the Citadel; Dark Star bartender tells you to check the news and wonders why humans keep asking what’s up.

-The bar does not have separate bathrooms for different genders.

Is that the norm in public areas? Given asari are mono-gender and the other species have who knows what going on (I’m assuming the Alliance defaults to he/she like they do asari, but the reality is more complex) it’s probably practical to have one bathroom and call it a day.

Humanity still differentiates, however – the Normandy has separate bathrooms for men and women.

-The Citadel and Omega bars indicate how different Shepard is from other humans now. Probably not unintentional that a player is likely to visit at least one early in the game.

On the Citadel, Shepard downs many drinks that the bartender repeatedly says they’ve never seen anyone handle.

On Omega, Shepard gets poisoned. The poison has killed every other human.

The game doesn’t linger on it, but these definitely show that Shepard is no longer “normal”.

-Why is the Presidium groundskeeper in armor when all the other turians in the bar are in casual clothes. What’s happening on the Presidium that requires him to wear armor?

-The Citadel requires permits for pets. I suspect that’s as successful as most cities that insist you need a license for your pet. There must be unregistered pets everywhere, especially in poorer areas.

-The volus used ship shopkeeper mentions Unification Day sales. Is that supposed to the day to celebrate the end of the Unification Wars? Well, the volus are a client race of the turians.

-All turians shuttles can fit a light mass accelerator canon. Of course they can. Why am I even surprised?

What I will ask is why those are permitted, but you can’t carry a pistol.

-The Level 26 ads are notably targeted for a poorer audience. Pawn shops, work arounds for shitty extranet connections, discount shops, etc.

-Ad by C-sec: If you see a synthetic unaccompanied by an organic owner...

Hoo boy, that’s some loaded language. I see Mass Effect is still leaning hard into the slavery parallels.

-In Saronis Applications, an elcor hacked their translator so they can control what emotions are attributed to their speech. Good for them. I wonder how common that is? It would be very useful.

-Gotta love Kion Louros thowing shade at the Sirta Foundation for always hiring asari shop keepers when they’re a human organization. I bet that’s a common tactic much derided by asari.

-For my sanity, I credit the Sirta Foundation for making some kind of improvement to medigel, not inventing it. Maybe they invented the means to easily store or apply it.

I struggle to believe there have been multiple space faring species for millennia and none of them developed medigel before. That just strains my credibility past believing.

-The incident with the volus accusing the quarian of stealing his credit chit and C-Sec then threatening the quarian with a vagrancy charge after she’s proven innocent is both very believable and incredibly sad.

And this, by the way Bailey, is why ignoring formalities is bad. It makes these kind of abuses of power too easy. I don’t doubt that prejudices are baked into the system, but normally some kind of protections are too.

After you’ve ignored the book to beat a confession out a prisoner, what’s an unwarranted vagrancy charge on top of that?

-Odd for the volus to call the quarian clanless. Quarians are close-knit; clanless isn’t what I’d call them.

-Yep, clanless is an insult. Probably one of the worst volus have. The volus used ship shopkeeper referred to her as migrant clan.

-Going renegade with the krogans so one pays you for the Presidium “fish” makes me feel so dirty. Going paragon might break his heart, but at least I’m not fleecing him for a false fish. :/

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 2 replay

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fruit-teeth · 1 year

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Chronicles of Love And War (chapter 22)

Tilly found the small cottage she’d been given to stay in to not be of her liking. It was small, uncomfortable, and not at all what she was used to. She could go home, she supposed, but…somehow, she didn’t want to just yet. There was much more freedom to move around and fewer obstacles to collide into in the nearby base, at least.

She sat on the sofa in the recreation room, her cane beside her, and listened to the soap opera on television. The main love interest on the program was saying, “But Jessie! I know Gerald, he would never kill Lauren! He’s my brother, for God’s sake!”

“Oh, yeah?” The woman replied, her voice sounded as though she was close to tears. There was the crinkling of a paper bag, and then she said, “Then what is this!?”

Dramatic music swelled, and judging by that alone, Tilly figured it must have been a gun or a knife. She turned as she heard footsteps coming toward the couch that she recognized.

“Tavish?” she called out. “Is that you, my boy?”

“Aye,” came her son’s reply. Demo joined her on the sofa, taking a moment to put his arm around her for a quick sidehug. “What’s on the telly?”

“Soap opera,” Tilly grunted. “It’s the stupidest one yet! I prefer radio dramas over this shite,”

Demo gave a little laugh. “I know, mum…I know you do. Thought I’d let you know, though, that I’m leaving for another mission today. It’s a real important one.”

“Oh?” Tilly glanced in his direction, head tilted up towards his face.

“We gotta go to the town hall again,” he explained. “See, its a long story, but we need to stop the mayor from trying to summon those demons I told you about!”

“That’s right,” Tilly grunted, recalling what he’d told her and what she’d overheard everyone talking about. “This whole bloody thing’s a twisted web, aye?”

Tavish laughed, patting his mother on the back. “You said it, mum! But, I won’t lie, its exciting…”

He began to speak, but Tilly interrupted him. “Tavish,” she began, head still tilted up in his direction. “Suppose it should happen that those demons show up here - and, I’ll tell you, my boy, I fear they might - what do you suppose you’ll do?”

“I…” Tavish trailed off, thinking for a moment. Finally, he said, “I assume Merasmus will handle it? He’s got the magic, but you know that. Not to mention Medic claims he’s been to hell many times! He’s got to know a thing or two about defeating demons, outsmarting them, all of that,”

“Lad,” Tilly put up her hand to silence him. “You told me these are no ordinary demons. You said it was The Corrupt, aye?”

“Aye, mum, but–”

Tilly cut him off again. “You should be more concerned. That’s my feeling. This is no game. You understand?”

Judging by her voice, she sounded quite serious. Tavish frowned, shifting closer to his mother. “Mum? Is everything all right?”

Tilly said nothing for a long moment. Soon, though, she asked, “Have you ever seen someone get possessed before?”

“Huh?” Tavish inquired, unsure if he had heard her right.

Before he could press the issue any further, Scout shouted from the other room, “Yo, Demo! We’re about to go, you ready?”

“I…” Tavish shook himself, before standing up off the couch. “Yep, I’m ready!” he turned back to his mother, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back, mum!”

Tilly held onto his hands moments before he slipped away from her. She could hear his footsteps following the others up the stairs and down the hallway to the exit. She returned to the couch and listened to their muffled chat dissipate as they left for the mission.

Soon, everything was quiet. Miss Pauling waited for the return of Heavy, Medic, and Engineer. When they finally arrived, she stood up and headed out to meet them.

“Hey!” Pauling shouted as she opened the front door to the base. Engineer waved to her as soon as he saw her after getting out of his truck.

“Hiya, Miss P!” Engineer greeted as she jogged over to meet him. “We got my pa, and the way we got him is quite the story!”

“Can’t wait to hear that, but first,” Miss Pauling took a breath. “There’s a mission going on, and everyone’s out in town dealing with it! I’ll have to catch you up to speed - are you gonna stay here and get your dad somewhere?”

Before Engineer could respond, Fred opened the passenger side door and climbed out. “Have we met?” He called out to Miss Pauling, squinting at her.

“I…maybe?” Pauling shook her head quickly. “Sorry, I’m kinda in a rush, I had to wait here for all of you so you knew what was going on,”

“And what is happening?” Heavy wanted to know, having left Medic’s car just seconds ago. He noticed how stressed Pauling was and clicked his tongue, plucking some hair out of her face. “Messy…”

Pauling just blinked, before she took a breath. “I’m fine. Here, let’s get inside and I’ll tell you guys everything…”

Everyone in town was getting ready for the clock tower’s ribbon-cutting ceremony. In the tiny dressing room trailer Nita watched her husband practice his speech, but she didn't feel the typical excitement that came with going with him to his engagements.

Bill was pacing behind her, grumbling to himself and poring over his planned speech. Finally, he let out a shout of exasperation and hurled it against the wall in irritation.

“Forget the script!” he exclaimed. “Its terrible! Who wrote it!?”

Nita jolted slightly at how he yelled, turning around to look at him. “...you did, honey.”

“Oh,” he looked down at the papers, and then rubbed his eyes. “I’ll improvise…they won’t care. I improvised my community center speech, I can do the same here,”

Nita rose from her chair, standing beside Bill to place a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not well, Bill,” she told him, her voice quivering slightly. “You haven’t slept all! Won’t you please let me send you to a doctor?”

Bill just shook his head, shooing her hands away. “I’m fine! I’m fine, Nita…besides, I have sleeping pills–”

Before he could continue, Nita gasped. “Sleeping pills? Oh, good! Finally, you can rest,” she checked the gold watch on her wrist. “You have thirty minutes before the event starts – how about you take one of those pills and have a nap right there?” she pointed to a small couch that was at the far end of the trailer.

Bill protested, “No, I can’t! I have to take them once I’m done with the speech, and then…then…” he trailed off, squinting. Why did he have to take them after the ribbon-cutting? He suddenly didn’t remember why. He'd also forgotten about the caffeine pills he'd taken, which had failed to improve his mental state.

Nita shook her head, reaching up to fix her husband’s tie. “That’s not a good idea. You need to be a little sharper than this before you go out in front of all those people! Now, look: take one of those pills now, sleep on the couch, and I’ll set a timer. Once it goes off, I’ll come wake you up. Okay?”

Bill tried to think this over, but his mind was too scrambled to think properly. “...all right,” he decided. “All right, Nita. Thank you…”

Nita smiled in relief, and she kissed his cheek. “Of course, honey,” she turned away, collecting the papers for his speech and setting them on counter. “If you want, we can skip the party and go right home. How’s that sound?”

"I don't care," Bill said, taking one of the pills from his pocket and removing a water bottle from the little cooler. “I’ll see how I feel…”

The ribbon-cutting event would begin in half an hour. Spy silently eyed the looming clock tower as he stood in the shade of one of the stores, hidden near his parked car. Although he had a fuzzy recollection of seeing construction workers gathered nearby, he was taken aback by how quickly it had been done. Knowing that this was Bill-Bel’s project, though, made him wary of just how sturdy the building itself was.

Just then, he sensed Scout nudging him from behind. Spy turned around, asking, “Did Miss Pauling arrive?”

“Yeah, but keep your voice down, I think I saw some cops around here,” Scout urged, passing Spy an earpiece. “I told her I don’t need one, I got these,” he pointed to his headphones.

Spy accepted the earpiece, discreetly lifting just enough of his mask to secure it onto his ear. “I see…did the others return as well?”

“Uh…Medic and Heavy are,” Scout paused in thought for a moment. “But Engie’s back at the base, apparently. He’s helping his dad – you stabbed that guy, right?”

“I’d rather not discuss that,” Spy said rather bluntly, taking a moment to lean against the wall behind him.

“Yeah…I get that…” Scout looked down, digging into some dirt on the ground with the tip of his shoe. After a moment, he looked back up at Spy. “Can I tell you something?”

Spy looked over, meeting Scout’s gaze. “Of course. What is it?”

Scout rubbed the back of his neck, before asking, “Have you…ever seen Pyro’s face?”

“Pyro?” Spy paused in thought for a few seconds. "I must have. Years ago, when I was going through their files, I think I saw a picture of them, but I'm not sure how recent it was.”

“Yeah, yeah, well…” Scout took a breath. “I think I saw their face today,”

Spy let this sink in for a moment, blinking. “You…saw their face? What do you mean? Did you see a photo of them?”

“No,” Scout shook his head. “Today, during the meeting – when they were coughing, I went to go make sure they were okay. I gave ‘em a cough drop, and they, like…pulled part of their mask up to take it. I ain’t never seen them do that before, caught me off guard!”

“How much of their face did you see?” Spy inquired, curious. “And did they speak at all?”

“They didn’t say anything,” Scout shrugged. “But I saw their chin and hair, when they took the cough drop…I dunno, it just took me by surprise, y’know?”

Spy just nodded slowly, taking this in. “I should advise Medic to see about what could have caused such an awful cough, though. Hopefully its not a cold, that’s the last thing we need right now. But in any case…” he glanced back over at Scout. “Perhaps they felt comfortable around you,”

“Oh…me?” Scout smiled a bit at that. “I mean, I just wanted to help. I used to be all freaked out about them, but they ain’t so scary, really.”

Spy gave a little chuckle, patting Scout’s back. “Yes, I agree…”

Just then, a crackling came over both their ear pieces. “Iniating systems…can all of you hear me?” It was Helen’s voice, coming in over the static.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Spy confirmed, and he could hear the voices of a few of the others chiming in to confirm it as well.

“Excellent,” Helen cleared her throat. “I’m at the office with Olivia – she and Lucy are staying here with me, as I requested that Merasmus go and deal with Zelda. But I had Miss Pauling set up a few cameras so I can see what’s going on as well,”

“Cameras?” Spy asked, confused. “You set up cameras in the Teufort town square? What if someone notices them?”

Helen scoffed. “Oh, please. These are very small cameras that Miss Pauling is very experienced with, trust me when I say no one will notice,”

Medic’s voice filtered in through the line, “I cannot seem to find my watch – when does the event begin? How much longer do we have?”

“Less than twenty minutes!” came Miss Pauling’s voice. “To review: we’re just gonna stay as discreet as possible and follow him into the party afterwards. Any questions?”

“Aye,” Demo piped up. “I’m with Solly, and he says he cannot get his earpiece to work!”

“Does he wear it backwards?” Heavy wanted to know.

“Oh…” there was some shuffling, before Demo confirmed, “Aye, he had it on backwards!”

“Hello!” Soldier’s voice filtered though. “I can use technology!”

Spy just snorted. "Oh, Lord..." He moved his gaze to the town plaza, where people were already gathered around the clock tower. Spy slipped into the crowd and motioned for Scout to follow.

“Come along,” he prompted his son. “Let’s try and blend in.”

No one knew what was really happening behind the scenes of the mayor's upcoming speech.

The sleeping pills, while helpful, had locked Bill-Bel in the dreams he'd struggled so hard to avoid. The next thing he knew, he was looking into mirror, face-to-face with his child self.

“Are you almost ready for bed?” His mother Gla-Dra’s sweet, sing-songy voice called from outside the washroom.

Seven-year-old Bill-Bel put his little hairbrush down onto the cool, smooth washroom counter. “Yes, mother!”

As he trotted out into the hallway and into his bedroom, she perched on the edge of the bed, smoothing down his sheets.

"Your father is at a council meeting," Gla-Dra said, reaching for her small boy and picking him up to tuck him in. “But if there is anything you need during the night, you can come to me. You understand?”

Bill-Bel nodded, settling in as she pulled up the thick, woolen blanket to his neck. “I understand, mother. Where is Basil?”

“Oh,” Gla-Dra searched the floor for a moment, before retrieving the stuffed bear. “Here he is! He must have fallen over during the night,” she smiled at him, watching as he quickly took the toy and tightly cuddled it. Her hand came up to stroke his mousy brown hair, but her smile faded just a little.

“Mother?” he prompted, noticing the shift of energy.

Gla-Dra smiled again, shaking herself. “I’m all right. Kisses,” she beckoned him, and when he sat up, she kissed his cheek, and he kissed her in return.

As she switched off his nightstand lamp for the evening, she murmured to him, "I love you," but her voice was quivering. Bill-Bel could feel his mother's warm hand stroking his cheek and hair as he dozed off while holding Basil.

The next thing Bill-Bel remembered was the howling wind and the waves. He blinked a few times, a shiver going through him as he was suddenly aware of how cold he was. While he had his blankets, Basil, and his pillow, he soon realized that he was not in his bed.

He sat up quickly, looking all around. He was on a small wooden boat, and not only that, but he was currently stranded in some large body of water.

“Mother!?” he cried out, panicked. For a brief minute, he assumed he was dreaming, but the howling of the ocean wind swiftly erased that notion. He gripped Basil tightly and stuck his hand into the water, trying to row himself back home. But where was home? He didn’t even know where he was…

For a good hour or so, little Bill-Bel tried desperately to row himself back home, but he couldn’t. The water was too cold, the boat had no oars, and there wasn’t another soul in sight. He was alone and stranded in the ocean, with nothing but his teddy bear.

Bill-Bel finally laid down on the floor of the wooden boat, sobbing. He cried for his parents, but there was no sign of them. Someone must have taken him and stranded him all the way out here…but who?

At some point, he got too exhausted from crying and fell back asleep on the floor of the boat. However, he was awoken by the sound of shouting.

He looked up just in time to see a fisherman’s net being thrown down to him.

“Grab on!” A voice shouted, and without thinking, he obeyed.

Before he knew it, he was tugged up onto a large fishing boat by a group of fishermen. They didn't look like any men Bill-Bel had ever seen; they wore odd clothing and had peculiar accents.

“Hey, boy!” One of the men exclaimed, pulling him towards him and looking him over. “Why were you out on a boat all by yourself?! It’s bloody freezing out here, you’ll get hypothermia that way! Where’s your parents?”

It took Bill-Bel a moment to find his voice. “I don’t know…”

“Look at his clothes,” another man remarked. “I think he must be from New Zealand — we’re not that far from there, are we?”

“No, it’s only an hour away from where we are now,” the first man said, though he grimaced. “How’d he get out here?”

Bill-Bel gripped tightly onto Basil, shivering from the cold, ocean air. “My blanket…”

“We’ll get it for you, don’t worry,” the man assured, and he led him down some stairs into the lower level of the boat. “We’ll get you back home, too, it’s not trouble…”

Inside the boat was a small room, which was heavenly warm compared to the outside. In the room, a boy who appeared only a few years older than Bill-Bel sat spread out on a bed, flipping through a book. When he saw him, he quickly set the book down. “Oh! Where did you come from?”

Before Bill-Bel could answer, the man explained, “We found him in a boat in the water. He’s from the neighboring country, so we’re going to drop him off there. You don’t mind if he stays here with you for a bit, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind,” the other boy affirmed.

“Good,” the man replied, relieved. He stepped out of the room, before turning back just a bit. “It’s awful late, too, John! Once we drop him off, you put those books away and go straight to sleep. Understood?”

“Yes, Papa,” he agreed. Once he’d left and gone to the upper level of the boat, John turned his attention to Bill-Bel and beckoned him. “Come on! What’s your name?”

Bill-Bel climbed onto the bed, observing him for a moment. He was tall and lean, with a set of glasses on his freckled face. “Bill-Bel,” he introduced himself, before shyly showing him the bear. “And this is Basil,”

“Oh, he’s nice!” John exclaimed, pleased. He reached under the pillow of his bed and pulled out a plush owl, showing it to Bill-Bel. “I got this a couple days ago, when Papa took me to the market! I call him ‘Hoots-A-Lot’,”

Despite the fearful situation Bill-Bel had found himself in, he smiled a little when he showed him the owl. John set Hoots-A-Lot down and then offered Bill-Bel one of his blankets.

“Here– Papa always says to be nice to guests!” John turned away, reaching for a box of something that rattled. “You wanna see something really cool?”

“Yes,” Bill-Bel murmured, looking over his shoulder to try and see what it was.

John opened the box, revealing a collection of rocks. “My rock collection! I’m always looking for new rocks. When Papa took me on this trip, I got a couple new ones,” he pointed out a few angular looking rocks, as well as a shiny blue one. “See? Well, the blue one’s not new. My friend Ellen at school helped me find it!”

Bill-Bel sniffled, the color blue reminiscent of the way his mother would paint her nails. When John noticed him tearing up, he frowned and set the box down. “It’s okay,” he urged quietly. “My papa promised to take you home. It’ll be okay…”

By the time they made it to New Zealand, the sun was beginning to rise. As the fishermen's boat entered the harbor and docked, a woman dressed in council costume met them. The chief fisherman then took Bill-Bel by the hand and led him onto the pier.

“State your name and business,” the woman ordered the man.

The fisherman carefully nudged Bill-Bel towards her. “I’m from Australia, ma’am. My name is Ray Mundy and I’m with the Australian Fishing Guild on a trip. We found this child stranded on a boat in the water, and–”

Before he could finish, the woman suddenly turned around and shouted, “Rel-Kal! They found your son!”

Rel-Kel seemed to come out of nowhere, swooping in and gathering up Bill-Bel into his arms. “My son, my boy!” he exclaimed, breathless, his body noticeably quivering as he held him close.

Bill-Bel gripped his father like a lifeline, bursting into tears. Rel-Kal hugged him back, before taking a moment to examine him. “Are you hurt?”

As Bill-Bel just shook his head, Ray cleared his throat. “Do you have any idea how he got out there by himself?”

A shadow seemed to pass over Rel-Kal’s face, before he said, “It’s none of your business. But thank you for saving him…” he reached into his pocket and fished out a stack of money, which he handed to Ray. “Here. I will be taking my son home, now,”

Without another word, Rel-Kal left the scene, carrying his son in his arms. Bill-Bel peeked over his shoulder, watching as the boat got further and further away. He could see John standing on the dock as well, and could only stare as he disappeared from view.

During the trek home, Rel-Kal said absolutely nothing. Not only that, but everyone they passed on the streets seemed to be in a state of terror, although remaining silent. All they did was stroll around swiftly and nervously look over their shoulders, all while avoiding eye contact with Bill-Bel.

The house was eerily silent when father and son returned. Bill-Bel instantly got a bad feeling the moment they entered, and he went straight for his mother’s office.

“Where’s mother?” he asked, his heart pounding as he found the room empty.

Rel-Kal stood in the doorway, his face expressionless. “She’s not here, Bill-Bel. Please go to bed,”

“But where is she?” Bill-Bel pressed, worried. “Is she in the water, too?”

“No!” Rel-Kal barked. When he noticed that he’d startled his son, he knelt down to his level and tugged him close.

“Listen to me, child,” he began, smoothing his son’s hair away from his eyes. “While I want you to forget all of this ever happened, there is something I want you to remember: your mother was wrong. She saw a version of you in the future that was wrong, incompetent, and destructive. She couldn't see the truth: you are my miracle son, and the only thing you are destined for is greatness. Many will not understand you, but that is never your fault. You are my son, and no fortune-teller will tell me otherwise. Do you understand? I will make sure you understand this, until the day I die!”

Bill-Bel just stared into his father’s eyes, before nodding once. “Okay…”

Rel-Kel reached forward and pulled his son close, hugging him again. “I will always protect you, my son…there will never be anyone like you.”

Bill-Bel never saw his mother again.

Then, someone flipped the light switch.

“Bill,” came Nita’s voice. “It’s time! Come on, they’re waiting for you,”

Bill’s eyes opened slowly, taking in the sight of his wife. His second wife – the one who didn’t truly know him but thought very highly of him. He rose from the couch, accepting the hand when she offered it and getting onto his feet.

Nita instantly noticed his expression, her brow creasing in worry. “Hey…you okay?”

Bill’s eyes met hers, and he said nothing for a moment. He brought up her hand and kissed it gently, before asking, “Where’s Pierce?”

“Pierce?” Nita repeated, as if surprised that he would ask about their infant child. “He’s with the sitter, remember? I…” she shook her head, gesturing to the door. "You have to go! I brought you your speech," she handed him the papers he'd thrown against the wall earlier. “Good luck out there, honey!”

Bill accepted the papers, though he couldn’t seem to register any of the words on the page. He leaned in to gently kiss Nita again, before turning to leave the trailer.

The crowd cheered as their maylor, Bill Waters, finally stepped out onto the stage. A narrow set of stairs to his left led to the clocktower's entrance, which was barred by a huge crimson ribbon. A large pair of shears were propped up against the podium, ready to be used to cut the ribbon.

Sniper looked down at the gun in his hand and realized he could easily target Bill-Bel from where he was hidden behind a sign in the town square. But no – no, he wasn’t going to do that. Helen would be furious if he made any diversions from the plan, even if it would have been an understandable one.

Helen’s voice came over the ear piece system. “What’s going on? Why isn’t he saying anything?”

“I don’t know,” Miss Pauling replied. “He’s just standing there…” she glanced over at Lar-Nah, who was just a few feet away from here, obscured by a flower display. Lar-Nah stared at her ex-husband on the stage, catching wind that something was amiss.

It was a full thirty seconds before he actually began speaking.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bill Waters began, his voice lower than usual. “We're here to recognize the effort and skill that went into the Teufort Clocktower, our newest project.”

Once the audience applauded, one of the workers approached the platform and accepted the mayor's handshake. The worker then handed him the shears, and Bill returned to the microphone.

“But…before we do that,” Bill cleared his throat, beginning to tremble slightly. “I have a confession to make.”

Everything went silent. Sniper’s brow furrowed, poking his head out from behind the billboard.

From her place offstage, Nita looked at her husband in confusion, mouthing to him, ‘what?’. He only gave her a slight glance before continuing on.

“My name is Bill-Bel,” he admitted, his eyes appearing glazed as he addressed the crowd. “And I am from New Zealand. My home country as destroyed because of my actions, and so was my family. I’m not American, and none of you actually elected me. I’ve been lying to all of you.”

Everyone in the crowd exchanged confused looks. There were some rumblings among that this had to be some kind of prank, or part of an elaborate speech.

Sniper stepped slowly out from behind the billboard, his heart pounding. He had no understanding what was going on or why it was going on, but...he couldn't stop himself from cautiously approaching the stage.

Bill-Bel just stared at the crowd for a long time, though his eyes soon met Sniper’s. It was after seeing his son that his face suddenly split into a grin, but it wasn’t one of amusement. Rather, it was anger – anger, and some deep seated pain.

"Oh, god – I am sick…a sick, sick man," Bill-Bel muttered into the microphone, shaking his head, and he gave a laugh that changed into a sob. He covered his face with his gnarled hand, letting out a few of the ugliest cries Sniper had ever heard in his life.

Everything was completely silent for nearly a full thirty seconds as Bill-Bel sobbed. Finally, Nita rushed out onstage and took him by the arm.

“Okay, we’re done, we’re done,” she whispered to him, trying to get him off the stage, but he tugged himself away from her.

He picked the shears back up and wobbled down the stairs to the ribbon. He unceremoniously split the ribbon in half with the shears before turning to the audience and tearfully nodding. Without looking back at his alarmed wife or the crowd, he wandered off, shears still in hand.

No one said anything for a long moment.

“What the hell just happened?” Scout muttered.

Helen’s voice came over their ear pieces, “Go follow him, see where he’s going. But don’t make it too obvious.”

Sniper took a long breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he could only watch as the crowd of people mumbled to each other in confusion.

A loud ‘psst’ from behind him caught his attention. He turned around and saw Demo and Soldier, who were gesturing for him to come with them.

“Did you see which way he went?” Demo wanted to know as Sniper walked up to join them.

“Parking lot,” Sniper confirmed, voice low. “Let’s not talk about it, let’s just follow him and get this all over with.”

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8 Fantasy Story Plot Ideas that Don’t Involve Quests (Editorial by_The Angry Noodle)

If you’re like me, you might be browsing the internet right now instead of writing because you’re stuck, cornered by the dreaded writers block. Fear not, friendos! I’m here to provide you with some fun fantasy plot ideas to get your brain juices flowing, some ways you could approach these plots, and questions to consider when you start writing.

Before we begin, I gotta add a quick Noodle Note on the fantasy plot ideas on this list:

Pretty much any conflict can count as a quest. If your protagonist has a goal and is striving to reach it, they’re undergoing a kind of quest. The intention of this article is to suggest types of plots that don’t necessarily follow the traditional “quest” plot line: a protagonist (or a group of protagonists) going on a lengthy journey and meeting all sorts of wacky characters in their hunt for…something. Treasure, the big bad, a magical artifact, an elusive figure, etc.

Take Lord of The Rings, for example: Frodo Baggins and his companions search for the One Ring to destroy and defeat the evil Sauron. The quintessential quest.

A journey, a goal, an antagonist, and major stakes. Quests are a fantastic plot with which to frame your story. But that ain’t what we’re here for today, folks. Instead, I’m here to give you all the fun plot ideas that aren’t quests, and some of the ways you can approach them.

Let’s begin.

1. The Political Uprising

Ahhh, the uprising. The moment the political tension that has been brewing throughout the expositional phase of your novel finally reaches a boiling point. When moves are made to replace the monarchy that’s been in power for centuries, or the council that’s been in power for centuries, or the theocracy that has been in power for centuries, or the oligarchy that’s been in power for centuries…you get the point.

The fun thing about this kind of fantasy plot idea is that protagonists can be on either side of the uprising. Has the government always been corrupt, selfish, and endlessly greedy? Then an uprising is just what you need! But has the government, while flawed, run the country well enough that they are the better option between they and some dark, powerful force seeking to usurp the throne? Hell, maybe you want to shake things up a bit. Maybe no one is the right side, and your protagonist is just trying to stay alive and avoid being crushed by either of these titanic, unstoppable forces.

The political uprising opens up a lot of opportunities for social commentary. If you use a plotline like this, you will want to show the pros and cons of each side. To do that, there are a number of questions you should ask yourself when building your world and determining your protagonist’s place in it.

Why would the people support either side? This is vital. Is there a side that serves as the “greater good” for the people? And if not, what other solutions might arise?

What kind of propaganda has been spread in favor of each side to sway the public?

What are the consequences of one side or the other coming to power?

Why would your protagonist support one over the other?

Is there some unseen solution that favors all parties somehow?

How are other nations handling this political splintering? Are they taking sides? Do any of them take advantage of the nation being in such a vulnerable position?

Because rulers often suck (eat the rich, ra ra ra!), how have they been royally screwing over the people in a way that would sway them another way?

A good story that involves a political uprising won’t just be a vague conflict between two sides. How is each of your characters impacted by this conflict? What do they stand to lose? Killing some crappy nobles is all well and good, but your reader won’t be as satisfied when the people break out the guillotine unless they get to see why it’s so important–especially to the protagonist–that one side wins over the other.

2. The Curse

Is this possibly cheating? Maaaaaaybe. After all, often times in fiction when a curse is involved, the characters will need to go on some kind of quest or journey to find a way to break it.

But I’d also argue that doesn’t always need to be the case. All of it depends on the following:

Where did the curse come from?

Who has been cursed, and why?

How does the curse impact the afflicted?

What needs to be done to break the curse?

Who would know how to break the curse?

Maybe your characters need to travel to an evil witch’s lair and slay her to break the curse. Or seek out a rare herb or gem to create the concoction that will cure them. I will admit, those scenarios would surely count as “quests” or “journeys.”

But what if the curse doesn’t work that way? What if the curse can’t be broken, and suddenly the plot involves finding a way to navigate a life post-curse, whatever the impact of this terrible magic might be? Or breaking the curse doesn’t involve a quest at all, but some kind of self discovery? Maybe the person cursed doesn’t even realize they’re cursed at all, and the entire plot is them dealing with obstacle after obstacle without realizing why they can’t seem to catch a break. Or they know what the curse is, but not its source (ex: Kevin Hearne’s Ink & Sigil protagonist Al MacBarris, who has been cursed for the past ten years and cannot speak aloud without risking the person he’s speaking to suddenly despising him with a fiery passion. He has no idea who cursed him, and therefore cannot take the steps to rid himself of it). What if you turn your fantasy curse story into a straight up mystery? A whodunit of magical proportions?

Curses have a lot of potential in that they’re a huge problem to the protagonist that is literally attached to them. Your curse can influence the plot in many different ways without the classic “go on a quest to break the curse” trope as the focal point.

3. The Warring Factions

Two factions at odds for as long as anyone can remember. Maybe there was a tenuous peace, but tensions have been boiling over for so long that war seems inevitable. There are so many ways that the ‘warring factions’ plot line can be approached, including the quest if you so desire. For example, the protagonists may embark on a journey in search of an ancient relic both sides are fighting over. Or to seek the wisdom of a prophet who can provide guidance as to how to unite the warring nations. Or even to say, “Fuck it,” and found an entirely separate nation where they can start anew, free of the petty squabbles of the greedy and prideful nobles they’ve lived under for far too long.

Traditionally, there are two major factions in conflict in these kinds of stories (Horde vs. Alliance, The Republic vs. The Empire, etc). But you don’t even have to limit yourself to that. Maybe your entire world is on the brink of collapse with every major society wanting to burn down the next. Maybe a giant, magical World War is taking place, and every country in the realm is forced to pick a side or risk being besieged by everyone.

Or maybe it really is just two factions who are really, really pissed at each other! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some questions to consider when writing this kind of fantasy plot:

Why are the factions at war?

How many factions are involved?

What does each faction have to lose? To gain?

What is your protagonist’s connection to each faction? What’s their stake in this conflict?

How has the ongoing conflict been affecting everyone involved?

Most importantly, ask yourself how a situation so complex can be resolved. How do you bring peace to two forces that have despised each other for so long? And why is your protagonist the one who can pull it off? This kind of fantasy plot can involve a quest, sure, but it can also involve anything from a war to an assassination to a trial to even good old fashioned diplomacy.

4. The Magical Tournament

A quest without a (technical) quest. This type of conflict takes place in anime often (for example, The Grand Magic Games arc in Fairy Tail), and it’s easy to see why: your protagonists go toe-to-toe with enemy after enemy of a comparable or even greater power level in a fairly linear progression. Often there is one particular contender who has it out for your protagonist, or who your protagonist needs to take down to get what they want/need. There’s plenty of room for complexity when it comes to a fantasy plot idea like this, but it’s also a great way to write a plot that gets from point A to point B relatively simply. Some questions to consider include:

Which opponents will give your protagonist a hard time, and why?

Which opponents are significant to your protagonist in some way, and how do they know each other?

What does your protagonist have to prove by winning this tournament?

What makes this tournament you’ve created for your world different from other fantasy tournaments we might have seen in media?

What is the prize for winning the tournament?

Who would serve as the antagonist for a plot line like this? The host? A contender? The creator of the tournament? Or someone else entirely?

Will the protagonist have to face off against someone they’re close with? How will that impact their relationship?

While I’ve never written a “magical tournament” story, I’ve always loved this kind of fantasy plot. It can appear in sci-fi as well (who doesn’t love a good superhero tournament?), and it presents a chance for your protagonist to prove themselves in the most straightforward way possible: beat the living crap out of everyone until they’re the last one standing. Along the way, they are sure to make friends, make enemies, have their major climatic battle with the long-term rival, run into many obstacles in the form of extremely powerful contenders, discover themselves and what they are capable of, and maybe even realize that they don’t need to win some grand tournament to prove themselves to anyone.

You can’t go wrong with a magical tournament, folks!

5. The Star-crossed Lovers

Is your protagonist an immortal elf and their beloved, a short-lived, fragile mortal? Maybe a god or a spirit with responsibilities that mortals can’t even fathom, falling for the delightfully simple world the silly humans inhabit? A vampire struggling with their unending hunger, or a werewolf struggling with their unending curse and their loyalty to their pack? An alien trapped on Earth, finding help and (eventually) love in the form of an average human going about their day—literal “star-crossed lovers”?

The star-crossed lovers trope appeals to fantasy and sci-fi readers (and, honestly, readers in general) for good reason: we love to see (CONSENSUAL) love that seems impossible, and witness these wonderful lovers we’ve come to root for finally get their chance to be together. Sometimes it takes several books for it to happen, and not without many obstacles along the way. Sometimes it never happens at all. But god dammit, we’re rooting for it anyway! The major obstacles that prevent the characters from being together might not even be anything to do with magic, but instead status, family ties (Romeo and Juliet), or country of origin.

Some questions to consider:

Why can’t your characters be together?

Why do they want to be together? Readers won’t root for them if they don’t see what makes them so good for each other

How does the fantasy world you’ve built play a role in their relationship? For instance, if one of the lovers is an elf and the other a demon, what is it about your world that makes their unity such an issue?

Do they end up together? Why or why not?

I’m a sucker for paranormal romance novels, especially urban fantasies where the human has no idea about the supernatural until they stumble across it by pure chance. Ultimately, the “star-crossed lovers” plot comes down to this: when your two lovers come from entirely different worlds (sometimes literally), how do they overcome it and find each other against all the odds?

6. The Drastic Magical Disruption

My favorite part of any fantasy story is the magic. There are entire communities dedicated to building a magic system in one’s book (r/magicbuilding, r/fictionalscience) and these systems can be as hard (complex, detailed, strict) or as soft (vague, mysterious, no particular rules) as desired. They also make for a great fantasy plot idea if you’re looking to have a conflict that threatens the balance of the realm itself. What better way to challenge your protagonist than to dump them in a situation where the magical substance the world runs on is suddenly on the verge of an apocalyptic collapse? Or how about a situation where magic is vital for day to day functioning, until one day it vanishes entirely? What does this do to the world? Might it cause a societal collapse? Do cities run entirely on magic, and what happens to them if that magic is suddenly no longer available (imagine if the floating city of Dalaran from World of Warcraft lost all of its magic in an instant. Not pretty)? What becomes of those who specialize in the magical arts? How do they cope with a complete loss of purpose?

Some ideas for this type of fantasy plot can include:

The corruption of magic, causing magic users to go mad and magic items to turn cursed

The complete loss of magic in a world where the inhabitants rely heavily on it

A fundamental change in how magic functions (for example, the Weave’s collapse during the Spellplague in Forgotten Realms)

Most people don’t handle change very well. If you take something essential to their every day lives, especially something they never imagined they’d ever have to live without, how do they cope? How do they recover from the loss, restoring the magic that’s been disrupted or destroyed, and is it possible that the world can move on without magic entirely?

7. The Magic Environmentalist

While building magical worlds give you the opportunity to dismantle everything we know about the environment, society, and even logic and the laws of physics, you are still fundamentally making some kind of commentary that we can relate to here on Earth. That makes The Magic Environmentalist a delightful fantasy plot idea that lets you warn your readers about what happens when you 1. play God, 2. value profit over life, and 3. destroy the environment, and 4. ignore all of the warning signs when things start to go unstable. This one can be a bit similar to the Drastic Magical Disruption depending on what you’re writing about: maybe your world runs on magic, but your society’s greedy rulers have been corrupting it for their own gain for so long that it’s becoming destabilized and downright dangerous. There are other ways to explore this idea too, some of which include:

Greedy poachers killing off an important magical animal species. What happens to the world when a vital part of its ecosystem risks extinction?

A clashing of magic and technology. Can the two work in harmony, or is there some kind of friction that makes a merging of both dangerous?

Nature’s magical force turning against people. What happens when the animals and plant life you’ve lived in harmony with forever are suddenly very angry and very dangerous?

A protagonist who works with animals or plant life in this world slowly starting to notice that something is changing. Why might this be happening?

Just because your world might have magic, strange creatures, and ancient legends, doesn’t mean that it can’t also have douchebags intent on destroying the world or messing with the balance of things. The question for you is: what does this mean for your world, and how can it be saved?

8. The “Powerless” Protagonist

The final “fantasy plot idea” could actually apply to sci-fi stories as well, if science fiction is more your style. Whether we’re talking about superpowers, augmentations, or magic, “the ‘powerless’ protagonist” plot is extremely versatile and gives your protagonist a whole lot of struggles to overcome right off the bat, just because they do not have abilities that everyone else has been lucky enough to have.

Think My Hero Academia, but Deku never gets his powers. Or Sedgewick from the episode “Ice,” from season two of Love, Death, and Robots. Or Tavi from Furies of Calderon: everyone has powers, to the point where it’s expected and often required, but your protagonist has, by some unexplainable phenomenon, lived their entire life without. Sure, you can make your story a quest for discovery, where perhaps the protagonist learns they have a unique power that manifests differently from others (think Asta from Black Clover, who grew up without any kind of magic, but learns he wields a powerful kind of antimagic). Or perhaps they really don’t have any powers but find a way to obtain them, earning them where everyone else gets them by pure chance. Or maybe your story is about your protagonist navigating the world without powers entirely, proving that they don’t need any fancy abilities to be a hero or do great things.

I mention this one as a “plot without a quest” kind of story because there are directions I’d like to see this kind of story go that don’t hyperfocus on fighting or saving the world. I posted on Twitter my desire to see urban fantasy that isn’t a police procedural or some kind of “we must stop the baddie” adventure, but instead a slice-of-life story that focuses on the characters, this world of monsters, and what it’s like to live in a fantastical world.

But even if you don’t want to create some kind of chill sci-fi/fantasy novel or short story where the stakes aren’t very high, a protagonist lacking a tool that comes naturally to everyone else gives you the opportunity to make them shine no matter what the conflict is. Some examples include:

A mortal living among gods

A “mundane” living among witches/wizards

A human living among monsters

A non-super living among supers

A human living among giants

And some questions you can ask yourself when writing something like this:

What makes life different for this person, especially if they are the only one without powers?

If they aren’t the only one, what is life like for communities without powers?

How do others treat your protagonist?

If you are drawing parallels to the real world somehow, what parallels are you trying to draw, and how can you do so tactfully?

And that’s it! What kinds of fantasy plot ideas have you thought about writing? Is there a spin on any of these fantasy plots you’re considering?

#writing advice #editorial

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Age: 21 Location: New Jersey, or any major city in the U.S. / Canada Goals: to graduate with flying colors as a history major so he can go to Law School. Tag: v:look at my name in black and white; your son is doing something right

Sebastián gave up on México, knowing it wasn’t the place he had to be if he expected to bring a revolution to the Order of Hermes. He packed his bags and enrolled himself into a prestigious college where he managed to obtain a full scholarship (usually Princeton). He spends his days as a History student and his nights as a Quaesitor of the Order, trying to balance his academics with his mage responsibilities.

Age: 34 Location: New York (or any major city) Goals: to become Primus of the Order of Hermes in the city. Tag: v:what if I change the world? If I lead the way?

Somehow he managed to live up to his own expectations. With time and training, Sebastián made a place for himself in the Order of Hermes. His diplomatic approach to relations with other factions helped strengthen his group and his never ending crusade to expose corruption led the Order to get rid of a few rotten apples that were contaminating the whole tree. As the leader of his circle is starting to consider her retirement, she’s expected to name a successor soon and Sebastián’s achievements and reputation are enough for him to be considered as a possible candidate for it.

Age: 21 Location: New York Goals: to become a full fledged Avenger Tag: v:the problem is I gotta lot of brain but no polish

Sebas was a prodigy at magic, but his training was sadly interrupted because he was one of the victims of Thanos’ snap. After the ‘blip’ was reversed, he joined the Endgame battle and his performance was remarkable enough to get Steve Roger’s attention. One of the leader’s final acts before disappearing in time was to recruit him to become a part of the new generation of heroes. Ever since, Sebas has spent his days trying to master his own power to finally earn the title of Avenger.

Age: 33 Location: New York Goals: to become master and guardian of the New York Sanctum Tag: v:always gonna be an uphill battle

The world has seen enough chaos because of the irresponsible use of magic. As a prestigious sorcerer, Sebastián spends his days trying to reinstall some sense of structure within their magical society, and that starts by prosecuting those who have endangered the world by their irresponsible use of their power. Currently he’s building a case against dr. Stephen Strange for the calamity-level spell he casted during Spiderman: no way home and the poor way he handled the events of Multiverse of Madness. No mage as selfish and reckless should be the master of any Sanctum, let alone New York’s, and he’s going to prove it.

Age: 21-34 Location: Markham Goals: to help his fellow mages by the design and reconstruction of a better kind of Circle of Magi Tag: v:been dealing with devils from the start of a young teenage age

The Circle of Magi is an institution that sparks a lot of debate. Sebastián believes Circles are necessary but need urgent restructuration. He believes and actively works on the creation of a Circle by mages and for mages, without templar or chantry intervention. He believes in a Circle that’s a school instead of a prison, which is exactly what he’s attempting to create at his hometown of Markham. However, his political crusade came to a halt with the assault of Corypheus, as he and another couple of mages from his circle were sent to help the Inquisition in the battle for Thedas’ future.

Age: 21 Location: New Jersey (or any major city) Goals: to become a great lawyer Tag: v:I’m too busy loving my name up on that list

Sebastián’s life was never graced with magic, which means thriving has been twice as hard. Alas, his mind was bright enough for him to get a scholarship to Princeton (or any major college). He’s studying history and politics, trying to pave his way to Law School and fulfill his dreams of becoming a great lawyer. Most of his time is spent studying, but he also spends quite a few hours of his week working at a Starbucks for some extra cash to help him through the month.

Age: 34 Location: New York (or any major city) Goals: to fight off corruption in his city’s political landscape Tag: v:not gonna be just a part of their game

Our little genius made all the right calls in life: he went to the right school, met the right people, bet on the right causes. He built a good reputation for himself and fought to prove his worth to this uncaring world. Now, in his adult years, he’s a senior lawyer for Skadden who works white collar cases. This proximity to high society made him aware of a chain of corruption sitting in the offices of Town Hall, and he’s determined to weed it out through legal action no matter if it endangers his very own employment.

Age: 17-18 Location: any major city Goals: to earn a scholarship for a prestigious college Tag: v:no puedo ni respirar

Always be hustling is a life motto for this young Sebastián, who gives it his all both in class and in magical training. Everybody has high expectations of him, so he can’t let them down. Hopefully no turmoil will come to burst the fake image of the perfect kid who has it all together. His anxiety is, after all, still within manageable levels… But who knows for how long.

#verses

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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The Delicious Party has reached its delicious last course! With the wicked master of the Bundoru Gang Godatz having revealed himself, our heroines face insurmountable odds in the face of all the world's finest cuisine coming under his total control! Can our beloved Pretty Cure power through the strength and experience of a man who has been fighting his entire life? Walking the path of heaven, ruling over us a- oh wait, wrong series. Get your happi- no... I have been watching Fresh lately though, it's very good. ...A lot of glittering things to eat? Yeah, close enough I guess.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Bundoru Bundoru!

-"Cook Fighter Imperial Guard Captain Fennel is dead. Godatz-sama shall rule in his place!"

-Gotta love Toei's commitment to keeping these extremely upbeat and happy intros no matter the cause. ...I'd call it optimism, but considering it's Toei...

-Guess ol' CooKing had his head screwed on right after all.

-I can definitely see how he corrupted Narshe and Seccy, and this authority figure we (in-universe) all trusted and never would've suspected in a million years genuinely seeming to think nothing of all the lives and happy memories he's ruined for his petty-ass revenge definitely adds to the... weirdly dark subtext I somehow keep talking myself into finding.

-Oh shit, he's summoned.

-Fridge.

-Oh goddamn, they brought out the guitar.

-Oh thank you Papa Monpei.

-Oh shoot, go Mari-chan!

-Medicine time.

-Kokone lying there like that kinda reminds me of how a dog a friend of mine had would sleep. Ran's clearly no worse for wear if she can smile like that. And I guess Amane's a side-sleeper, like me? Good job Takumicchi.

-Oh shit, Mari-chan got whips!

-Oh hi Seccy, I almost forgot you were there for a second.

-Evil!

-"Power... is meant to be used."

-Godatz is the kind of goofy ahh villain to say "It should've been me!" at a wedding.

-Oh, you can... whip around gotcha! ...actually I think we did that last episode.

-I can't get over how terrifyingly they're presenting a goddamn fridge.

-Pretty Cured.

-Oh noooooo, Daaaad!

-RANCHI, TAKUMICCHI'S DAD GOT SHOT THANK THEM LATER

-Nothing a quick snack can't prepare us for!

-Oh shit, going all out from the start!

-Can't get over Finale's run.

-Goddamn, that's a lotta damage!

-Delicious victory.

-Oh, that poor Pipis still trapped.

-Seccy with the steel chair!

-Oh, he gone!

-He gone too!

-She gone!

-They all gone!

-Well Seccy, I'd hate to say it, but... well, you've been completely cast aside.

-Finale looks down upon you in pity.

-Spicy, Todoroki is a brilliant man, but I don't know if he's like a combat medic.

-Hooray!

-That is a really cute sweater, holy crap.

-Takumicchi's a big boy, he can handle himself, Monpei-san.

-Hello, Amai-kaichou!

-Good job, Ranchi.

-Completely lost in her own self-loathing, she took to Godatz's will. You're a rather tragic woman, huh Seccy?

-Have I ever told you how proud I am of you, Amane? Because I really am.

-Even within his exile... Monpei-san never stopped loving his home, huh? :(

-Fuck Godatz, all my homies hate Godatz.

-Black-Pep has vanished.

-Thank you Mari-chan, we'll see to it that Precious makes Godatz piss teeth and spit blood.

-"Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son!"

-Daga kotowaru.

-"You really are your father's son, huh?"

-Oh fuck, Precious!

-That's our Prince Rosemary!

-I mean... you're right Yuin, but-

-Takumi's about to go

-Friends who ate at the same table!

-Oh.

-He down.

-"Oops. Looks like you lost."

-"Believe what you want about my Master's wishes and my character you overgrown fox kit. All that did was grind down your beloved Black Pepper to dust."

-Goddamn, we're getting destroyed.

-Kome Kome!

-Man...

-It feels like yesterday when Gentle was merely making some innocent restaurant goers' food taste kinda crappy. Now we have a man with a god complex rampaging through our kitchen like a bull in a china shop.

-The Recipe-Bon. It seems a little off-beat to fear a cookbook meant to bring the fine art of cuisine to life with gladness and rejuvenation, but Fennel's cold-hearted ambition has turned it into a tome with the power to subjugate. Standing as the sole master of the Bundoru and bearing the overwhelming power of the Special Delicioustone, Godatz would starve the world to feed his ego. Worse, Yui Nagomi, Cure Precious, has entered a state of despair that coincided with Kome-Kome's newfound weakness. With even brave Takumi heavily injured, what shall become of the world with food everywhere having suddenly vanished? Will Secretoru realize the depths of Godatz's cruelty? Will Yui recover from her defeat? Has the kindness in Master Ginger's teachings truly vanished from Fennel's heart?

-I mean I wouldn't know. I didn't write this show.

#pretty cure #precure #delicious party pretty cure #if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!#delicious party precure #delicious party spoilers

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seafoamandsalt · 2 years

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Do you ever think about all of the education wasted… I’m not excellent at everything I had the potential to be excellent at almost everything no human being on the face of this earth deserves electroshock torture child trafficking and politicians paying white guys with new houses for damn near getting a little baby killed in the name of racism.

I’m sure that we’re all just such idiots that we just want you to eat chicken forever… But assuming that we’re not, it seems that the economists, loyalists, I said royalist and that’s questionable… America will never be able to get out of the amount of debt to china let alone the rest of the world and I told you I will be the wealthiest woman on this planet

You gotta do it with style bro…

Those girls want me to be little forever they’re like oh bless her heart now they’re not they’re just such wow like fuck you that’s how I feel about people they don’t like to be seen for what they are I don’t know we’re just so many things and all we are is produce in the United States of America so that they can feel like they have souls so who invented that like what kind of Solis people are taking their that there without spirit behind the eyes is Sarah like that? Like is she without spirit you think is it bad to ask that I don’t see a lot of white people who use a courage tenacity point actually that how much money do you suppose is owed to China that’s how long I’ve been used as produce since 2002 by that family? Academia is supposed to be torn apart in the United States as we know it because we know it’s a sham… The American white people felt as long as they had a few people in the know everybody else would be in darkness like the middle ages so we could continue to rape little children like baby seals and shit kill birds and all that fucking disgusting shit you know just run everything into the goddamn ground

Everyone in that family will lose everything somehow but I don’t know exactly how I do know that there’s fear and that some of them or all of them probably have been stocking me and especially in the case of them using my work so that they could have sexy sisters with personalities and incest daddies who traffic local little babies with innumerable clientele

That’s what the Asian Americans want us to have to worry about I guess that’s kind of disgusting I don’t know who we are actually everybody has their door close to me… It is good to be close to somebody warm that’s what they say whoever they are usually the royalty

But I don’t believe in slavery and we don’t do produce… It doesn’t stylish remember? 00 and just FYI if you guys actually thought that you were the ones pulling those strings oh dear lord you have no goddamn idea

Yes ma’am I feel that heat that is the heat of genocide and royalty mixed together and people are to be on their best behavior

They already know that they don’t have anything to be afraid of but there’s a little slight suspicion and their minds and I get that and it’s like I’m not actually trying to run your country because I think that it’s too big of a job to handle with all of this human trafficking stuff not being taken care of the police or not either being paid fair wages or they’re being paid for stuff that they don’t need to be paid for their they’re filled with corruption the goddamn doctors are trafficking little babies left and right the doctors a goddamn worst

Maybe that’s why it’s the worst do you get a no no I said well whatever you know what it’s it well if it’s that bad that the goddamn worst of them are having to wrap themselves out then yeah it’s it’s pretty bad well

#well #Rigney family #Columbia ky #federal crimes #human trafficking #aspca awareness #sensitive

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killerbananas · 2 years

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Missed

Erwin brainrot about every long awaited reunion being bombastic one way or another for you both.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 407 wc | afab!reader x Erwin

Warnings: smut; Dom sub dynamics, roleplay, virginity!roleplay, corruption kink, established relationship, degradation/humiliation/self-shame, "whore," talk of premature ejaculation, creampie, brat/taming, anal cockwarming, "Daddy," power dynamics, humor/crack?, spit as lube/spit play, impromptu anal, lmk

AN: man is lost in your holes like erwin in wonderland.

Thinking about Erwin popping your cherry and being torn up inside about how aroused the thought of being the first cock in your cunt is to him 🥺 but he's gotta hold back with how tight you are, calm your nerves, coax you open, pray he doesn't come too soon because it's been so long. Is it the shame of being a deviant or overstimulation of your gummy walls doing him in first?

Not to forget the filthy wall breaking moment of your roleplay where your husband finds your pussy so divine it's like the first time every time he's been away from you for a few days all pent up balls heavy n ready for his sweetheart. He's thankful your own voracious appetite rivals his because the creaming triggers you to hug his head and smother him into your chest as the popping tension painfully dismantles you, cunt rippling around his throbbing prick.

"'Win, please, I need more. Can we do something new?"

Erwin's spent and twitching to his quads when you insist on moving on his lap enough to draw a broken hiss when you lean back to bat your lashes like he'd somehow ever turn down the plea his Angel begs so prettily.

"Wanna come in my other hole tonight?"

Man keeps his cool, barely.

"Of course, do you think you can handle it?"

"I can if you help me, Daddy."

As if he's not gritting his teeth and trying to picture furniture instead of thinking about your silky gaping muscle suddenly popping over the lip of his cockhead before he can blink, smirking even.

"Atta brat. You're right at home with me here, huh? Hey, slow down or you'll push yourself too far."

Definitely uses the excuse of holding you up as a reason to touch every inch of you to his downfall. He gets so lost in seeing your muscle loosen for him then suddenly you're flush to his dark blonde curls at the base. He's speechless until he's got his fingers in your mouth to add to the quickly diminishing lube that deserts you in kinetic conversion of sensual friction.

Between breaths he facetiously laments.

"Who knew my little angel was such an anal whore. You can hardly control yourself."

He's no better.

"Stay still and think about the consequences of your actions while you warm me. Show me you can listen. Then I wanna hear you beg me to move."

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#shit #this man haunts me #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #aot smut #attack on titan fanfic #writing with kbee #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #aot x reader smut #thirsting with kbee #erwin smut #brain rot #brainrot #erwin x you #erwin x y/n #attack on titan erwin

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happyselves · 3 years

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Law of Attraction { Lando Norris x reader }

Disclamer : Swearing !!!

It was a busy weekend for the Mclaren team, they were about to get associated with a new partner. It was a huge contract and it was your first big deal. Mclaren just hired you, you were on probation before your contract will be real. You couldn’t mess up, you needed this job, needed to make your proof. You just got your law degree and it was your first job as a lawyer and you got lucky that you found yourself working as a Mclaren F1 Team new attorney.

This contract was important for both parties and it would go to the press as well. You were set to make your client sign during the next grand prix weekend and it was this weekend.

You spend hours and hours in your office reading the partner offer but something was bugging you and you couldn’t put your finger on it . You had to fly this afternoon to join all the team in Austria and you were starting to feel stress because you knew you had to put that deal on your boss table for him to sign, but that it wasn’t a good one and that we would basically get screw over by some clause or something, you knew it in your guts, you just need to find which pieces of puzzle you were missing. If the partner attorney thought he could easily screw you over like this because you were in your first year of work, he was wrong. You might be a newbie but one thing your mentor had taught you was to never show your weakness. That’s why you spend all night writing a new contract, word by word like the original, to find that little detail and you end up finding it. You were ehausted and tomorrow was the signing day, but now you were ready to show that we can’t fuck you over easily and that nobody should ever underestimated you. That was probably why mister Brown had give you the job, hearing things from is old attorney and your mentor was one thing, but proving how worth of the job you were is another and it will be soon be your moment of glory, but you couldn’t celebrate victory to soon, another thing you mentor had teach you.

Today was the day of the signing, you were stressed, you didn’t know how this would turn out. You were scared to have made a mistake and the lack of sleep was starting to rub on you. You had your plan in your mind, letting the other party think they had the upper hand and not tell them you had found the hair in the soup that will make your client profit and not lose all his money. It was important for you to not show your whole game to the adversary, but let him build his ego before you put that last card that will make you win the whole game in hand.

To make it official, Mclaren had to make the deal in their motorhome, Mister Brown wanted his two drivers to be there with him while signing as well because it was an important partnership for the whole team. It will be your first time seeing them since you entered the company, you were based in the factory back in Woking, but never had met any of them. You were quite intimidated, but the job was coming before anything else, no matter how many hours you spend in your free time to search about these two drivers, focusing on one in particular because he was around your age and something was telling you that the two of you were somewhat alike in certain ways of your life. You would lie to yourself if you didn’t find him attractive as well, but your personal preference when it comes to man can’t interfere with your work, it was your first and most important rule in your code of conduct you had set yourself on when you started studying law.

You arrive early in the paddock, hoping to visit around and discover this whole new world that you knew nothing about. You gotta visit the garage of your team, mechanics were happy to explain to you one thing or two, having a silent competition between them for the one that will have the testosterone level at his highness and find a way to make you fall for them. You already know their little trick going to law school with men, nothing could surprise you anymore. You knew you were pretty or had a little something more perhaps, but seeing gentlemans thinking the same was actually really flattering. After this pleasant little escapade, you find yourself walking the stairs of the Mclaren motorhome reading to meet everyone in the meeting room. You were the last one to enter the room, but you could give yourself the right to make an entrance after the thing you discovered during your sleepless night of searching dirt on the company represented by the douchebag sitting on the opposite side of the table. By his face you knew this man was an asshole and that it wasn’t his first rodeo and you were ready to put a stop into his little illegal business.

However when your eyes meet the drivers, especially the youngest one, your heart skips a bit, before you turn yourself and find your boss judging your rather late presence. You quickly apologize with a nod of the head before inviting them all to sit around the table and start the meeting.

Everything was going smoothly, everyone was happy, except you. You already hated what you were about to do,but you had to act fast otherwise it will be too late and the papers would be signed in front of your eyes.

“ Excuse me, I have one more question before we head toward the signature. “ You interrupted the conversation, looking at your boss, waiting for his approval to continue. After all you were only doing your job to assure everything is well covered, he couldn’t argue on that. The opposite camp didn’t have any objection for you to give a go to your wonder, thinking it would be innocent coming from a young lawyer that is still learning about the job. He made a gesture toward you, avoiding getting over this.

“ Well, mister Backfield, without due respect I was wondering why you were so eager to help our company, I did some research, you know. Usually you are investing in smaller businesses, which will lower profit. Why show the Mclaren F1 Team when it's new territory for you ? “

And action, you knew that every word that was about to leave this man’s mouth would only be total lies, but he didn’t know that. You had the upper hand by far and you won’t give him the satisfaction to put down this team and family.

And he tried hard to explain, save his case, defend himself and if you were naive you would have believed the guy but you weren't and could give a shit about his speech.

" Well I'm afraid I can't let this go on further. "

Everyone around the table was stunted, not knowing what to say. Mister Brown was reading to make you go before you heard him a piece of paper and that's when his face changed and he let you continue.

" You see Mister Backfield, you thought you could screw us over and try to go fish at a bigger price. Unfortunately for you I find out who you truly are. A piece of garbage buying company when they must need it, making them believe you will help them develop until somehow by some miracle they are forced to declare bankruptcy a couple years ago and then you buy them twice the price they truly worth before miraculously going back on the high to sell them three times the price. I don't know you but I call that stealing and corruption and I'm not ready to let my company get fucked over by an asshole like you so you can take you goddamn deal, walk away from here and never show your face around us again or I can talk to the press and trust me they are going to love it. One thing for sure is that if it happens I might win big and no negotiation put on the table will make me give you your money back. " You threw him middle fingers as you stood up and showed him the door.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak, not because of the revelation in itself but how you had handled the whole situation like a true boss, with confidence and pride.

Someone in the room was even more impressed and couldn't even close his mouth, clearly admiring you. If you knew better you would say that right there Lando Norris was falling in love with you and if that wasn't boasting your ego then you didn't know what will.

Mr Brown was the first one to come to you as you all watched the security guys escorting Mr Backfield out of the paddock. He was about to say something but the rush of adrenaline was making you bold and you beat him to it.

" I am so sorry mister Brown I know I should have informed you before the meeting, but honestly I wasn't even sure before entering in that room that my information was right and I only received the confirmation a minute before being here, explaining why I was late. Truly I'm sorry if I put your entire team in a difficult position, I will try to find the best replacement for you I promise you. " You were almost out of breath as you finish you log apologize but realize soon enough that it didn't really matter here.

" I am impressed with you, first month on the job and you are already making yourself irreplaceable, you shouldn't have to apologize and I certainly should be thanking you and giving you a raise. Your mentor was right to gush about you. You are someone else." Proud could be seen in his eyes and his smile couldn't leave his face as he hugged you awkwardly saying thank you one more time before leaving and going back to the garage with Daniel who made sure to wink at you and make a big thumbs up at you before heading out.

However, someone hadn't left his seat, Lando. You thought he was just going to stay there and ignore you but as you were opening the door he smashed it back close behind you.

" I observed you all weekend, wondering why such a little fragile person was headlining such a big deal like this but it turns out I was wrong, never judge a book by it's cover. I'm learning it the hard way. "

You turn to face him ready to get back at him but his lips on you made you shut up. He pushes you against that door again, putting his hands on your lower back. At first you were confused as to why he was kissing but eventually you just stopped resisting and let yourself enjoy the moment. You had a thing for him and you were now sure that these weird eye contacts weren't that innocent. He had a thing for you too.

His kiss could make you reach the roof, you never felt something like that before, not that you had much experience, he knew exactly what would make you moan into his lips and lose balance so he could tighten the grip around you. You needed air but you would not allow it to yourself, you wanted more, you wanted him.

The adrenaline in your system was still pumping through your veins and you couldn't really think straight, your hands found the back of his head, playing with his loose locks of hair. You were holding on for dear life on this ride despite the fact you barely knew the guy.

Lando ends up breaking it up and you realise you were hooked around him as he put you down on your feet again.

" Just for the record, what you did before was so fucking hot that I would gladly be a criminal if that means you would be the one to put me in jail. "

He made you laugh, you were gasping for air, messy hair, swallow lips and redness on the cheeks, no speaking of your clothes being runned and unfolding and your shoes not even on your feet anymore. Everyone knows what they say about aan that can make a woman laugh and you wouldn't argue on that, not with him anyway.

Now that you had a taste of Lando, you wanted more, so much more and by the look on his eyes he was willing to explore the " more " area with you too.

" Okay that was unexpected, but the good kind, so here's what we're going to do. You will knock twice on my door at 23pm tonight, room 344, not a minute before and not a minute after, hope you know what punctuality is because you won't get a second chance. " You gathered all your things, trying to clean yourself to make it look like nothing had happened before you caught Lando's chin in your palm.

" Hope you will have a good defense, because tonight is going to be the trial of your life " You blow him a kiss before leaving his sight, a pride face drawing on you.

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