#i couldn't find this door on google maps

[sleepanonymous]

Legend has it if you listen to this soundcheck on repeat it will clear your skin, water your crops, and cure your depression. I hope this heals all of you like it has healed me.

#sleep token #vessel sleep token #vessel #song take me to church #take me to church #hozier #hozier cover #hozier take me to church #okay the caption is cheeky but this is pretty amazing #i wish the audio was better/longer but this was recorded outside a venue on a cellphone #the mp4 is in my google drive #in the rituals folder #it's literally a 30 second video of a wood door #but you can see the videographer get excited and thats kinda cute #because i'd be the same way fam #i wish i knew who actually recorded this so i could give proper credit #but its one of those things that's been passed around like crazy on the down-low #i know the person who *claims* to have recorded it is from ny or nj #so this might be from september 10th this past na rituals tour #i couldn't find this door on google maps #but i also couldn't get around to the back of the building to be 100% certain #i also tried checking union transfer the palladium and rams head live! but had no luck there either #if anyone has any more info on this soundcheck or the unedited video #(you can see and sort of hear it jump at the first “i'll tell you my sins”) #please please please tell me

[drunkfrogg]

time zones | charles leclerc

pairing: reader x charles leclerc

summary: different time zones keep getting in the way, and charles realises it isn't sustainable.

warnings: a little bit of angst never hurt anybody, did it?...right?!

note: first fic in a long time. enjoy! <3

MASTERLIST

7:02am.

Charles stared at the blurry numbers on his phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen and the sunlight pouring into his bedroom. He squeezed his eyes shut when he noticed the notifications from you. Three texts, two calls. All unanswered.

The first text, at 11:58pm.

I just finished work. I'll call you on the way home. Can't wait to hear your voice. I need it.

Charles' chest hurt. 11:58pm, minutes after he must have dozed off. He had tried so hard to keep his eyes open but his day had been so long and sleep was fighting a good battle against him.

At midnight is when the first missed call came through. It would've been 5pm for you. You would be getting out of work and Charles would be about to get into bed. You would've just got to your car, set up Google Maps, and called him. That was the only time you could find to chat to each other lately, and Charles had missed it.

Worse yet, he let you drive home with the disappointment of waiting all day to hear his voice, only to still be alone come night time.

Twenty six minutes later, at your 5:27pm and his 12:27am, the second text came through.

I made it home safe. I saw you got P2, congratulations! Very well deserved my love. Are you still awake?

That's when the next call came through.

Charles knew that you'd have been upset when he didn't answer. He knew you'd be holding back the intrusive thoughts. The what-ifs, the tears, the disappointment. It would have been keeping you up much later when you'd be trying to sleep. But he knew what was really eating at you was the hope that he would wake up and light up your phone with an incoming call.

He knew it was true when he saw the text at your 11:03pm and his 6:03am.

I think we've missed each other tonight. I was looking forward to hearing your voice, but I hope you celebrated that win well. Congratulations on P1 my love, well deserved. Goodnight.

He stared at the time of your last text, your 11:03pm and his 6:03am. One hour ago. You'd barely been asleep for an hour and here he was waking up to start his day. By the time you'd wake up, he'd be in meetings. By the time he'd get out, you'd be in work. By the time you'd finish, he'd be going to sleep.

Charles squeezed his eyes shut. Distance was never easy, but this wasn't the first time you'd missed your small window to talk to each other. It had been happening a lot lately. He knew it was hurting you because it was killing him.

He opened the tab on his phone of flights that neither of you could take. He was stuck where he was, and you were stuck elsewhere. There was never time. Something always changed the circumstances for the worse, and Charles sank his shoulders in defeat.

He deleted the tab on his phone.

Opening your messages, he sent his own reply.

Good morning, mon amour. I'm sorry we missed each other last night. I hope you're sleeping well. I'll call you after you finish work.

He stared at your missed calls again. There was nothing he could do except stare at them and wish they weren't real.

The alarms he forgot to set would have urged him out of bed over half an hour ago, and so he got himself up and dressed for the meeting he was about to be late to, but he couldn't open the door of his lifeless hotel room.

Guilt gnawed at his stomach. It wasn't fair of him to make you live this way for him. You deserved more than a short phone call every couple of days, and he realised that the only way for that to ever change was if you were here with him.

But he knew deep down that following him around the world wasn't what you wanted. While he could give you security, he couldn't give you stability. That's what you wanted more than anything, and that's when he finally realised, after suffering the long distance for so long, that there were two things in life that meant most to him.

The job and the girl.

He wanted both. But as he opened the door of his hotel room, he realised he could only have one. He had to pick. But he knew it wasn't really a choice. There was only one option.

And it wasn't the girl.

#f1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #angst #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #formula one #formula 1 #formula one x reader

[bonbonchocolates]

Taxi

Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When you take the wrong taxi.....

Warnings: yandere jungkook, obsessive behaviour, non-con touching, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. If you like it please leave a like.

Masterlist

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You checked the time on your wrist watch.

9:45pm

It read.

You are really late today it's all because of your rude and arrogant boss. Sometimes you feel like to kill him. You don't know why he is always after you, giving you more work than others, making you work at late hours.

What problem does he have with me?

You thought.

It is already too late. Now your mother will scold you as soon as you reach home. But still you want to return back home as soon as possible. You know it is not safe for a young girl to be out at this time. Moreover, recently a lot of young girls are going missing and you don't want to be one of them.

You booked a taxi but it still had not arrived. You are waiting for it patiently for the last fifteen minutes.

Then you finally heard the honk of a car, indicating your taxi has arrived. You could not get more happy and this. You rushed towards your taxi. You quickly opened the door, got inside and closed it.

As soon as you closed the door the driver started the taxi and towards your way home. Just then you got a call, you checked your phone, it was from your mother. You quickly picked it up.

On Call:

Y/M: Y/N dear where are you?

You: I'm in a taxi on my way home.

Y/M: Why are you so late?

You: Mom you already know my boss.

Y/N: Oh yeah. Come back fast, you heard the news, right?

You: Yes mom.

Y/M: Ok bye.

You: Bye Mumma.

With that you ended the call. You were busy in the call that you could not notice that the route the driver took was not the way to your home. As you looked outside you noticed it.

And you panicked.

"Excuse me"

(In Jimin's voice. Hahaha. Sorry, back to the story)

The driver looked at the rear view mirror to look at you. You knew that you grabbed his attention but you could not see his whole face. You couldn't see his eyes because he wore a black coloured cap.

"This is not the way to my house."

You told him but he just shrugged it off. After a long moment of silence he finally decided to speak.

"Mam, this is the shortcut."

He said in a husky voice. After hearing it you felt relaxed and you believed it because it's only been a year since you came to this city. The only strange thing is that you felt like that you heard the driver's voice somewhere but you decided to ignore it.

(Typical Y/N thing)

You checked on your phone and found a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Mam, where are you?

You: Who are you?

Unknown: Your taxi driver, mam. Actually I have been waiting for the past half an hour but I can't find you.

You: What are you saying I already got my taxi and I am on my way back home.

It was really weird. Did the company sent two taxis for you? You then just to confirm you opened and found that the taxi that you booked arrived five minutes later you boarded the taxi.

What? How can this happen?

You then quickly opened google map on your phone and found your location to be 2 kilometres away from your house.

You panicked and as soon as you looked at the rear view mirror you found the cab driver stealing glances at you from the rear view mirror. Now you can see his whole face, he looked oddly familiar.

You quickly dialled the emergency number and waited for them to pick it up but as soon as they picked it up, someone snatched your phone away from you and threw it out of the window of the car.

(I wrote it as emergency number because all the countries have different emergency numbers and I have not mentioned which country this story takes place. So you can imagine as your country.)

You looked at the driver who gave out an evil smile. You were terrified of him.

"Who are you? And where are you taking me?"

You asked with all the courage that you had gained.

He then stopped the car and looked back at you. As soon as you saw his whole face you were shocked.

"Don't tell me that you already forgot me, love?"

Flashback:

You were currently at the last year of high school. One day when it was lunch time, you saw the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the most popular playboy of the school approaching you. He is in the last year of college.

(I don't know if such schools exist or not. Please let me know.)

But why is he coming towards you when you always wanted to stay a mile away from him.

He came towards you and did something that you never expected him to do in his whole life.

He took your right hand on his left hand and got down on his knees. Everyone was staring at you. You hated attention and and wanted to disappear from there.

"Y/N the moment my eyes fell on you, I felt something strange which I never felt before. I know that I'm a playboy but I'm ready to change that for you. I really love you Y/N. I want you to be in my life. Will you become my girlfriend and maybe my future wife? Please don't say no I love you very much."

Everybody started to clap. You looked at his face, his eyes were filled with hope and love for you. You contemplated what to do? It's not like Jungkook is a bad person but the only problem is that he is a playboy. Each and every week he has a new girl with him.

"Y/N"

The sound of his voice brought you out of your thoughts. You once again looked at his eyes. You don't know why but his feelings for you seemed genuine but still you can't trust him because it can be one of his bet with his friends.

"Sorry Jungkook but I can't be with a playboy like you."

You tried your best to sound kind and gentle. You quickly withdraw your hand from his and ran away.

End Of Flashback

After that he never approached you again. You assumed it was one of his bet with his friends. The next year your father got transferred to another city so you all shifted from there. You never saw or heard of Jungkook again until now.

"J-Ju-Jungkook"

You shuttered.

"So you remember me, good."

In a moment he was at the back seat near you. You tried to open the door of the car but he was quick to grab you.

"Don't you dare try to escape me"

He warned you.

You were terrified you had no idea why he was doing all this. Is it just because of a simple rejection? You didn't even have the courage to question him.

His hand then went down to your pants and he tried to pull it down. But before he could do anything you tried to push his hands away but he was too strong. So your attempt to push his hands away went to vain.

"Let me do what I want or othe-"

"P-ple-please l-leave me"

You begged in him. You don't know when you started sobbing. You kept on begging in front of him but he just gave you a smirk.

In a moment he ripped off your pants along with your undergarments. Now your lower body was completely naked and he could see it clearly. You were embarrassed and started to cry even more in the fear of what is about to happen to you. You tried to hide yourself from his gaze but he stopped you by grabbing your thighs.

"You are beautiful, love. Don't hide from me."

You then saw him opening the zipper of his pants and pulling down his boxers. Now you were well aware of his intentions.

In a moment both his pants and boxers were gone and he lined his member near your entrance. You wiggled about but he grabbed you and without any preparation he pushed his hard member in your entrance.

You screamed.

It hurts a lot and without letting you adjust to his size he started to move. You kept on crying due to the pain and there was no pleasure in it. While you cried he kept on moaning and groaning.

"For others it may be a simple rejection but not for me."

Saying that he kissed on your forehead.

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader

[mythicalmyles]

Hello!! I hope you're having an amazing day or night and don't forget to drink water and eat some veggies🥦🥦🥕but can I request some edging, degradation, and some breeding with Eyeless jack where the reader is a detective (or maybe just a very curious being who wants to know more about him🧐🧐) that has been trying to solve ej's murder cases but while doing a few research about him the reader stumbled across ej at an abandoned hospital 👀👀

Thank ya for the request i hope u enjoii i hope ur days going amazing!

Mirror sex, breeding

(Name) threw some files across the table, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. A tired sight flew through his lips, considering on the fact he had to break into his local police office just to get the stupid files he felt incredibly stupid. So much was blacked out, half the files were rotting away.

Anger filled him, he should've just asked about the files. He felt close to giving up this time, despite the fact he had managed to close four cases so far. This one however, as much as he wanted to he couldn't walk away from. Everything that surrounded this case was borderline supernatural and he had to know what really happened that night.

Did a cult really successfully summon a demon almost as old as time was? He couldn't believe it, but at the same time his experience with one of the witnesses had him thinking otherwise. She had confirmed killing him, so how did he almost kill her and kill all of her friends? Why was she left?

To tell his story? Why would a demon care about notoriety, surely hiding in the dark would bring him more victims. (Name) shook his head, a tension headache begging to nibble at his temples. Everything about this case was so wrong.

He got up and opened one of the files, looking at the massacred people darted all over the scene. They were torn, big jagged slices running over their bodies. Horrified eyes wide filled to the brim with fear, mouths agape in terror.

_______________________

Four months later and (Name) had finally managed to fly out to the murder location, twigs snapped under his feet with every step. The forest was coated in an oppressive silence, every hair on (Names) body stood on end. He tried his best to not leap from his own skin every time a branch or leaf brushed against his body.

He had already explored the cave, finding nothing as he had expected. On google maps he had seen an abandoned hospital about a mile away from the murder scene, he doubted he'd find anything but he was already here for four days so he figured he may as well cover all basis.

He finally made it to the run down looking building, it looked like someone had tried to nuke it. Plaster and bricks everywhere. He made his way through the doorway, walking over the actual door to get in.

He stilled for a few moments once he was in the building, straining to hear anything. All that met him was silence. Glass and debris cracked under his weight as he began walking around the hospital.

He explored the first floor before carefully making his way up, almost turning back when he nearly went crashing through one of the steps. Instead he pushed on, if the worst he had to worry about was possibly crashing through a floor or two to satiate his need to know, then he would.

He came across an empty room with a single hospital bed in it, his eyebrows furrowed as the stench of blood filled his senses. He gulped as he made his way to the bed, wanting to take a look at the other side of it. He felt his heart pound in his ears as his eyes slowly moved over blood drenched sheets and to the other side of the bed, only to see nothing there.

He let out a breath, almost laughing at himself as he turned around only to let out a scream. An eyeless man was proper against the door, his chest entirely sliced open all the way down. Fear struck (Name), it was obviously old he noticed once he took a moment to breathe.

He slowly approached the body, it's grey dried out skin almost mummy like. He supposed tucked back there he would be safe from whatever elements wracked the area. He pulled some gloves out of his pockets, his nose wrinkled up at what he was about to do.

God sure as hell was going to hate him for this one, he held his breath as he searched the pockets. He found nothing until the last pocket, his mind totally focused as his hand pulled out some paper.

I'm sorry for what we've done. We were stupid to think we could control it. It's too powerful, once it see's you it's too late. God save us all. I know he's going to find me.

(Names) eyebrows shot up, well this was definitely one of the people he had been looking for. His mind combed back to the files, only two bodies were never recovered that night. One was the supposed demon another a college student called Daniel Shaforo.

Mentally (Name) sent out a prayer for the man, he stood up and dusted plaster and glass off of his knees and turned around, intent on leaving the creepy hospital.

A figure dressed in black, with a blue mask and black tears rolling down it stared back at him through the slightly smashed up window. Everything went silent for a few moments before (Name) comprehended that he needed to leave. Now.

He darted out the door, not looking back when the sound of glass being smashed filled the silence. Part of him knew it was game over if that thing really was a demon. And now it had its sights set on him, regret filled every pore of his body as his feet slammed off of the floor.

(Names) mind went blank when a loud cracking suddenly filled his ears, he barely had time to draw a breath before the floor fell out bellow him. Ringing filled his ears as he laid against the floor, covered in dust and plaster.

He rolled himself over and pushed himself up, he stood still for a moment and held his head letting out a groan of pain. He jumped when hands gripped his arms, he didn’t even have a little wiggle room. His breathing got deep and time seemed to freeze for a minute, a tongue licking up the back of his neck had him almost jumping out of his skin.

He let out a whimper as he shook in what he figured was the demons hold. “You smell so goood.” (Name) could hear the grin in his voice, his brain couldn’t think on what to do. The voice was down right terrifying, it sounded more like a growl.

“Please.” He knew it was useless to beg for his life, he’d seen the damage it could do. It flipped him around and he came face to face with a grey skinned man, his teeth were unnaturally long and sharp, there wasn’t a lick of white in his eyes. Instead they were pitch black and dripped tar, all (Name) could do was try and not piss himself as he gazed into the hallows of the monsters eyes.

It leaned towards (Names) neck and licked a strip up the column, causing him to let out a yelp. “You’d be so pretty full of cum.” (Names) eyes doubled, mouth dropping. He couldn’t deny the way his cock jumped.

Suddenly its mouth was on his, unnaturally long tongue shoving its way into his mouth. All he could do was submit as the demon took control of him. Hands ran over his back and ass, he could feel its claws scraping against his flesh. “What an easy little whore, im going to breed you up pretty boy. You wont be walking tomorrow.” (Name) whimpered in his hold but didn’t try fighting him.

“Not even gonna try fight back? How pathetic.” (Name) let out a whine that turned onto a moan as one of jacks fingers entered him, its nail slightly scraped him but he didn’t seem to mind. (Name) melted in the creatures grip, allowing it to do as it pleased. “Gonna fill you up with lots of my babies.” (Name) let out a loud groan and threw his head back.

Jacks hand gripped his ass and lifted him up, (name) quickly linking his legs behind. Jack made his way to a wall, shoving (Name) into it as his tongue explored his mouth. Needy whines left (Name) and jack ate them up.

Jack squished (Name) against the wall as he pulled his jeans down enough to free his cock. (Name) looked behind jack, noticing a mirror reflecting them both. He couldn’t deny that the sight of himself getting devoured by a demon was turning him on.

Jack ground into him and he threw his head back against the wall, eyes rolling. “Call me jack, you’ll be screaming it soon.” (Name) shook at the words, having to fight back cuming on the spot. Jack began pushing his cock into (Name), growling at the tightness that began slowly enveloping his cock.

He bit into the junction of (Names) neck and shoulder, teeth sinking deep into flesh. Jack lapped up all the blood grinning at the way his new pet just moaned and let him do as he pleased. “Such a slut.” Jack laughed before pushing his tongue back into (Names) mouth and slamming in balls deep.

(Name) screamed into his mouth and arched, pain flaring as his eyes scrunched shut. Jack wasted no time in bouncing him on his cock, skin slapping and filling the room. Jack didn’t go easy on him, quick to take everything the other could offer and more.

Jacks pace was demonic, (Names) mind long since going blank as jack abused his prostate. (Names) tongue dropped out and saliva dripped between them, running down his stomach. Jack gripped his neck and pushed him further into the wall, he realised he was looking elsewhere and he looked behind. A mirror on the wall. Jack grinned, pulling out and dropping the human.

(Name) let out a whimper and fell against Jack, jack pulled him infront of him and grinned at him in the mirror. (Names) eyes widened and he flushed bright red, barley having a moment before jack gripped his thighs and pulled them upto his chest, (Names) back resting against Jacks chest.

(Name) flushed at the sight of himself spread out in front of the mirror. “Like seeing yourself get stuffed?” Jack didnt give him a chance to answer before pushing his cock back into (Names) hole.

The sight of himself getting stuffed was enough to finally send him over the edge, his cum shooting out fast and hitting his chin. He leaned back bonelessly in Jacks hold, bouncing as he continued fucking him at an almost brutal place.

He spoke Jack’s name like a mantra, overstimulation over clocking his brain. Jack didn’t last much longer before shooting his load deep inside of (Name), his hand pressed flat against (Names) stomach, claws lightly running over his flesh.

“I just can’t let you go now.” Jack grinned, before his eyebrows jumped at (Names) response. “I dont think i mind.”

#eyeless jack x male!reader #eyeless jack x malereader #eyeleas jack x male reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #creepy pasta x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x male reader #creepy pasta x malereader #creepy pasta x male reader #creepy pasta x male!reader #creepy pasta #myfic

[jotaveiga]

To have someone || Elendil x fem!reader

Rating: 18+ smut

Word count: 10k

Warnings: soft!dom Elendil, p in v, masturbation, orgasm, soft!spanking, sort of praise kink, let me know if I missed anything

Notes: female reader but no physical description of eye, skin or hair colour or characteristics overall, y/n used sparingly

You aren't strangers, neither to each other or flirting, all Elendil needed was a slight push...

Írima: lovable, desirable

Meldo: lover

(Image from Google) look at his uwu face though!!

There had always been a familiarity between them. It had been so for many years. Elendil, the Captain and y/n, the Scroll keeper. She held many documents and maps that were deemed prohibited on libraries, so, Elendil knew to seek her when in need of exclusive information. This time was no different.

With Galadriel on tow, a smile received him, as always, and he could never help but to smile back, and blush.

"It's good to see you, what can I do for you my captain?"

"Y/n, lovely as ever, but I've told you, you don't need to address me so formally." Elendil brushed his fingertips on her forearm.

"I know." She winked at him, mischievous smile on her lips. It had been so long since Elendil had been with a woman, so long since he courted or flirted that he almost felt embarrassed, if it wasn't for the threatening bulge in his underwear.

Galadriel showed the drawing she had to the Numenorean woman and she was quick to find the scrolls relevant to the endeavor. The pair analized and talked while y/n returned to her cataloguing. In the back of his mind, Elendil kept feeling a pull to the Scroll keeper, loosing the thread of the conversation with the elf so his eyes could search for her.

He found her reaching up to a shelf to retrieve a book, his gaze traced the line from her hand to her wrist, to her arm, to the curve of her shoulder, down her back and waist, to the swell of her rear and thighs, to the slit of her dress where the soft skin of her leg peaked through. His heart beat fastened, blood rushed between his legs and he swallowed through a dry throat.

Galadriel could sense her companion's lack of focus. Following his gaze, she understood why. A smile tugged at her lips.

"Elendil, I'll take these with me to study overnight. I can return to my quarters unattended. See you in the morning." She barely even gave him time to process or respond before her blue tunic was floating out the door.

Y/n stifled a chuckle. Elendil's cheeks were flushed red and his incredibly blue eyes, wide. She approached him to retrieve the crinkling paper. Her cold fingers brushing the back of his hands, sending jolts of electricity through his whole body.

"You should come by more often, my captain."

He finally raised his eyes from where their hands touched to her face, to her sweet smile and kind but playful gaze.

Moving at their own accord, his fingers released the document only to gently climb up her wrist, up her forearm.

She sighed with content and he grew bold. His other hand wrapped on her waist to pull her to him. Him still sited, she, between his legs, her chest leveled with his face.

Papers discarded to the side and her hand cupped his face and her lips dipped to decrease the space between them.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop, my lord. Your wish is my command." She whispered, his eyes closed with a groan.

"Don't you dare stopping." Her smile grew wider before lunging in for a voracious kiss. Elendil couldn't help the desperate moans that left his throat as her tongue swirled and sucked his. His hands roamed her clothed figure, frustrated to find an opening.

She pulled back slightly, realizing his frustration.

"Is there something you need, my captain?" The corner of her lips raised, that mischievousness would be the end of him.

"Remove your clothes. That's an order." He wanted to sound all imposing and commanding but the tremble in his voice betrayed him.

Y/n stepped back, her chin lowered as her dextrous fingers worked the clasps of her belts, gazing through her lashes. His mouth was agape. His eyes flicked to the still open door when the lacings of her tunic were undone.

Elendil got up and now his hands cupped her face and the side of her neck and his lips swerved for her. Their moans melded together.

There wasn't much to access on his body that wasn't covered in leather armor but she managed to reach below his short tunic to brush her fingertips up his inner thigh, reaching the crease of his crotch and feeling the searing warmth and the hardened muscle twitching against her touch with a gutural groan from his throat.

Without warning, Elendil grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her onto his waist, legs circling him. He walked them to a nook where he knew her nudity would be reserved for him only if someone was to come in.

He sat down with her on his lap working his own clasps, desperate to feel her body on his. She "helped" by kissing and nibbling at his neck, ripping out sighs and grunts from him. Her hips moved against his bare thigh and he was sure he wouldn't have time to remove his clothes before she made him cum.

"Help me unbuckle or I'll have to punish you, Írima." She kissed his forehead, hands already working.

"That, I'd love to see, meldo." He had to stop for a moment to admire her. Admire her beauty, her keenness, her unapologetic boldness, her intelligence. He felt old all of a sudden. With such a wonderful woman in his arms, so willing to be his and to make him hers, he felt... inadequate. Like she would realize the same at any moment and regret what they were doing.

But the second her coy smile and lustful gaze met his, his doubts, insecurities, faded away.

His tunic was out of the way, finally and his underwear rolled to the side, as she did with hers, him not letting her completely remove the fabric to protect her from exposure. Of course he wished for more, but this wasn't the place.

Her agile hand pumped his length half a dozen times, slow and deliberate before lining him with her entrance and gently sinking down with a gasp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he had to bite down his own lip to keep from coming. His nails bit down at her skin as he slammed her down his length through huffs of breath increasingly erratic.

She braced herself on his shoulders, droplets of sweat forming on her temples, her leg muscles contracting to move her body up and down. She could feel his opened hands splayed on each of her butt cheeks leaving half moons where his fingers dug in, his thumbs pressing her hip bone down with a pleasurable force that dragged gasps and moans from her in a sweet melody.

"I can't take much longer, luv." He could barely speak between pants and groans.

"Let go, my captain, cum for me." She needn't say anything else in that sweet lulling tone as his chest tightened and he released his warm load inside her, face buried in the crook of her neck.

Elendil hugged her tightly against his chest as if she could vanish if he didn't, slowly coming down from his high.

He groaned in protest when she got up.

"Come, let me clean you up, my captain." He liked the way she said those two words way more than he should.

His fingers interlaced with hers, open hand awaiting him to join her.

Y/n quickly covered herself with the fabric of her tunic and closed the door to guide Elendil up the steps that led to her small abode.

The faucet dripped warm water, heated by the sun on the reservoir above the house, into the wooden tub as y/n turned to the tall man, his features etched by the sun and sea water now more visible in the well lit room. Her hands worked methodically to completely rid him of his clothing. He merely observed her in reverence. He had been so touch starved, so lonely that he wanted to bind this woman, familiar but yet unknown, to his very being.

After all his clothes were on the back of a chair, she then removed hers. Elendil held her elbows, her hands gently brushing his naked chest, her head tilted with tired eyes but a loop sided smile.

And then he kissed her. Not fervently, but slow and adoring. His large hands covered her shoulder blades, smoothed down the warm skin of her back to pull her further to him.

Her own fingers trailed the rough skin of his sides, gently rising and falling over the ridges of his ribs, her nails draged up his back eliciting moans and goosebumps.

Elendil took notice of the color of her eyes, of the way her features changed with a smile or with a moan, he made sure to memorize every line of her lips and the way they tasted. For truth be told, he didn't know if he would ever have her again.

At last y/n guided him to the bath where he sat and she bathed him with a cloth and scented soap. The way she leaned on the edge of the tub, one arm dangling, fingers dipped in the water, the other squeezing the cloth down his arms and chest, that was an image he did not want to ever forget.

"Join me, my lady." Her smile spread wide across her lips and into her eyes at the endearment and she did as he asked, laying between his legs, her back pressed to his chest.

It was his turn now to drag the soaped cloth across her skin, his slippery hands lingered on her breast, squeezing at the soft flesh, his erection returning to poke at her lower back.

She moaned into his touch, encouraging him to venture lower. And Elendil did. One arm wrapped across her ribs, hand caressing one breast, the other traced down her belly, dipped between her legs, fingers threading through her folds in lazy strokes and kisses on the back of her ear.

Y/n gasped as one large finger penetrated her, and then another joined. He held her close, toying with the hardened nipple and relashing in her moans and pants. She joined in her own hands, one squeezing the unattended breast, the other to circle above his disappearing fingers.

"Cum for me, beautiful." His baritone voice sent a wave through her body, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Is that an order, my lord?" She played. He joined yet another finger ripping a delicious moan from her.

"I'll start punishing you for snarking back." His quick pumps and fast circles combined with the reverberation of his voice drove her over the edge with contracting walls and moaning spasms.

Minutes passed, their breaths calmed and the water grew cold. She fetched a couple of linens to wrap around their wet bodies, he held her close while they walked to her bedroom.

The sun was low on the horizon.

"I should go." Elendil caressed her face, kissed her forehead. In truth, he didn't wish to go.

"You can stay the night, after all, it would be polite of me to at least offer a meal to my captain." She bowed her head, a dark grin across her features.

"That's it, now I can't let you get away with it." He span her around, forcing her to bend over the bed, discarding the fabric that covered her and spanked her rear. Not with enough force to hurt but enough momentum to jolt her body forward.

He expected a yelp, a whimper, instead, he got the most obscene mewl, her back arched in a beautiful bow and he thought that surely he must be having an incredible wet dream.

He sheathed himself in her swiftly, another spank and another moan from her. He loved the effect he could have on her and even more the effect she had on him.

Even if he wanted, he could not will himself to stop, stop the snap of his hips against her ass or the hand that kept coming down, getting her skin flushed red. But she did not protest, instead, he felt her walls contracting around him, driving him to madness, milking him into a spasmisc, erratic rythm.

He slumped over her, both spent and panting for the third time that day.

Elendil kissed her nacked back, down the lenght of her spine and than her butt cheek, reddened and almost bruised.

"I'm so sorry, look what I've done." Layed against the mattress, she couldn't care less.

He kept kissing and apologizing.

"At least I'll have something to remember you by until you decide to grace me with your visit in some months." The snarkiness on her, unbelievable, he thought.

"What if I can't stay away?" He whispered against her lower back.

Y/n twisted to face him and pulled him to lay besides her.

"Than, you'll have fresh sheets and a warm bath waiting for you." There was an insecure tone in her voice, something he wasn't use too.

He's heart swelled.

He had missed having someone to sleep close to, the gentle lull of another breathing, the warmth of another body.

...

Next morning, arriving at the town's square, Isildur and Earean ran to meet him.

"Where have you been?"

"We were worried sick."

"You never sleep out." The smile on his face and the lack of words told enough to Galadriel though.

"I see you've had a restful night." The elf smirked. His two children looked confused between them.

"Like I hadn't had in ages." Elendil replied, content.

Írima and meldo are meant to be quenyan terms of endearment, searched online so, apologies if it isn't correct.

#elendil #elendil x reader #lloyd owen #rop #rings of power #smut and fluff #captain elendil #isildur #galadriel #tolkien #lord of the rings

[squeemcsquee]

Otakon 2023: Day 0 (Thurs) and Day 1 (Fri)

Time to get off my butt and actually write this up. I am combining Day 0 and Day 1 into the same post, because I don't really have a lot to say about Thursday itself.

Also: I have only been to Otakon in-person once before. You won't find a write-up on that one, as it was 2012, in Baltimore, and that's well before I started doing write-ups to help myself remember the con. I did do Otakon online during the COVID shutdown but I also didn't really do write-ups of my online con experiences.

We drove out to DC from IL, and overall, it went okay. The worst part was honestly getting into DC itself and into the con hotel, just due to traffic congestion and constant rerouting from Google Map to try to get us there faster. But we arrived with plenty of time to still locate the con center and get our 18+ wristbands (our badges came in the mail, so we had those).

Day Zero: Thursday

The walk to the con center from our con-affiliated hotel was fine (5 minutes, tops). Getting into the con center...eh. Otakon did make posts about where to go on Thursday.

Should be easy, right? Except that are multiple doors along L street and the map doesn't really indicate which one was the proper one. And there was only one lone staffer to direct people away from the wrong entries. Several people got snapped at by con center security for accidentally going to the wrong doors first. Including myself and @lechevaliermalfet

Once inside in the right area, con center security brusquely sent us through and into the line to direct us to the registration, wristband pickup, and info areas. Lines and crowding weren't too bad and any issues were more because of brusque & confusing direction from con center security, not Otakon staff.

Still, we got through fairly quickly. And that was all we had for Thursday that was con-related.

So, on to Friday!

Day One: Friday

Friday started off with our arrival at the con center and the realization that @lechevaliermalfet would get to go to the "fast line" for entry, as he didn't have a bag at all. I, however, had a backpack with a reusable water bottle, my wallet, etc. So I got to go through bag check. Thankfully, it went rather quickly.

The rules were technically "No outside food or drink" but from everything I've read through social media, people found this enforced differently all weekend. I was in line talking with an attendee who had jerky and other small snacks in her bag. Both of us were waved through, no problem, and weren't pulled aside for a closer bag check after we passed the metal detector.

Right away, @lechevaliermalfet and I met back up inside the con center to check-in on our plans for the day. @lechevaliermalfet was off to a screening room to watch Galaxy Express 999: The Movie as a relaxing start to his con. But I wanted to do panels, so off I went.

The first panel I attended was on Anime Adaptations of Western Sci-Fi/Fantasy Literature, right at 0900. This was an entertaining panel and I learned about some adaptations I hadn't known existed before. It was also decently attended for being right at the start of the con on a Friday morning.

During most of the panel, I kept thinking that the panelist sounded super familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. Turns out that I had watched another of his panels during COVID shutdown. One that I was looking forward to seeing in-person later on Friday.

After that panel, I went to History and Influence of Shoujo Manga. I am pretty sure I've attended similar panels in the past, either virtually or in-person, but I find that I usually still pick up new bits of information, since different panelists will highlight different aspects of history. This time, I learned about a manga magazine that I had never heard of before.

After the panel ended, I rejoined @lechevaliermalfet. Our friends O. and R. were also there - it was our first time seeing either in-person in years. We set out to obtain lunch while just catching up. Well, the guys caught up - I was busy griping about the Guidebook.

See, I've been rather spoiled by the ACen version of Guidebook every year - the notes features, the chance to rate panels, the way you can choose a specific schedule track to look at, the information in the dining guide, etc. What I noticed about Otakon's Guidebook is that there was a lot less to it overall. Sure, all of the important details were there - maps, panel info, schedule, guest info. But it just felt lacking after years of using the app for ACen.

That was a continued gripe for me all weekend. Just to note.

We had lunch at Capitol Burger, which was fantastic. It's only a few blocks from the con center. Prices are a little on the pricier side (think about $15-25 for a burger, depending on your toppings, etc) but the service was fast and excellent, as was the food.

After lunch, we went back to the con to do a basic walk through the Dealers Room, just to get a feel for what was on-hand. I was surprised at the lack of industry presence. I know that Discotek Media was on-site. But I didn't see VIZ, RightStuf, Crunchyroll, Sekai Project, or any of the others I've grown accustomed to seeing at ACen. Different audiences attract different industry partners, and I get that. It just surprised me.

There was a section dedicated to Macross, due to the anniversary. We stopped to take a look.

We also found one wrapped car on display, from Initial D.

The guys made some purchases at booth selling soundtracks - booths like these don't appear as often at cons as they used to, as O. pointed out.

R. and I stood in line at the Otakon booth to get some official merchandise. It moved at a good pace, but it still took us roughly 30-ish minutes to get through and make our purchases. They split the line so that there was space for cross-traffic to walk behind the booth, so you had to line up along one wall, then wait to be waved over to the next part of the line when you were close to the booth. It wasn't a bad idea, really, in terms of traffic flow. But it felt a bit unnecessary for how empty the room still was in the early afternoon.

Otakon was offering a pin trading program in the dealer's room, but I honestly just bought the con ones to keep for myself, not to trade. And a hat, since the sun was harsh outside and weather was also predicted for the weekend and I didn't have a jacket. The hat was slightly too big when I finally tried it on, lol.

As big as the dealer's hall was - and it was big - it felt very empty. The aisles were incredibly wide, which did allow for great traffic flow, but it still felt as though there was a lot of underutilized space. I took some photos for a bird's eye view of the area when we left. Con center security was making absolutely certain that no one stayed longer than 5 minutes taking in the view from above. And if you weren't taking a photo, they were even more eager to hustle you away.

From the Dealers Room, we said goodbye to R., who had to leave for the day. O., @lechevaliermalfet, and I headed to the panel I'd been looking forward to attending in-person ever since I'd heard it would be at Otakon: Awesomely Bad Japanese Music Videos.

I knew about this panel from following the @conventionalwisdomcomic for years and had caught it streaming during COVID shutdown. I enjoyed it then, but I thought that the vibe was likely to be even better in-person.

It was being shown in the AMV theater, and the staffer let us know they wouldn't be doing a room clear, so we were welcome to go in and find seats while the previous panel was wrapping up. So we caught the last 10-15 minutes of the Let's Make an Anime Opening! improv panel. It was...not great. Maybe if we'd been there from the get-go, it would've been better. It was run by the Chaos at the Coffee Shop podcast team and I think they're going to be releasing the song on social media at some point.

But they weren't who I was there for. And I was glad to learn, even before @awesomelybadjmusicvideos got started, that the vibe for being there in-person was much better than viewing it online. Just hearing people reacting to the facts and entertainment slides being shown while the main event got set up was enough to convince me of that.

Obviously, I didn't record during the panel itself. But it really is worth attending. I laughed so hard at some of the videos and some of the antics of the panelists. I also knew full-well that I would be exposed to the Tarako song, and I think @lechevaliermalfet sort of knew, but O. was entirely unprepared for it. Watching his reaction was a treat.

The team do put up their playlist online, so I'll tag their tumblr again: @awesomelybadjmusicvideos

After the panel, we said goodbye to O. for the day. We decided to explore the con a little bit, just to get more familiar with the center layout. Crowds were definitely starting to increase now that we were entering the late afternoon.

We found the video gaming and photoshoot hall. And we got to enjoy a game similar to Magical Drop

@lechevaliermalfet kicked my butt in this game.

We also got dinner from a pizza spot in the con center during this time. They only offered personal-pan cheese or pepperoni, and they were out of pepperoni. My poor pizza got a little messed up.

Still, it was good pizza and it worked well for a reasonably quick dinner. And we were able to just people watch and enjoy the Otakon vibes.

After dinner was Artist Alley. Again, widely spaced and therefore oddly empty feeling at times. We saw where the art auction was, but never got around to checking it out.

As we bought art, I was storing smaller items in my bag. Then I felt that it was damp. Since my water bottle wasn't leaking, we found an empty spot and I began to dump out the bag. Turns out I'd had a small, hotel-size bottle of lotion in my bag and it had exploded all over everything. Thankfully, the purchases it got on were wrapped in shrinkwrap, so the actual products themselves weren't damaged. But it meant that we decided to return to the hotel so I could try to clean up the bag and so we could drop off our purchases. (Spoiler: the bag wouldn't clean out properly, so I ditched it for the rest of the weekend.)

When we returned to the con, I checked out the line situation for a workshop I'd wanted to attend. Even though the workshop wasn't for another hour, the line had already reached its capping point. So, that meant it was time for The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly: A History of Space Westerns in Anime. I always try to have backup plans in case I can't get into panels I want to attend (or the lines for them, lol). Once again, I enjoyed myself during the panel and learned some new information.

After that, it was time for the only 18+ panel I attended all weekend: You Can't Do That on Japanese TV: Anime Censorship in Japan. This wasn't just about glowing beams of light to hide genitals, even though the panel was 18+. There was also discussion on pulling or delaying episode airings due to current events, or why there may be editing changes even from channel to channel if a show switches stations.

The room was packed, by the way. @lechevaliermalfet were like numbers 90 and 91 in line to attend it, and there were plenty of people behind us. I don't know if the room filled to capacity, but I'm sure it was over halfway there by the time it started.

And then, the last panel of the night: Into Another World: A History of Isekai. It was fine. It was the first panel I'd been to for Otakon where I found my attention drifting. And I didn't really learn anything new from it, unfortunately.

But it wasn't a bad end to Friday night. It just didn't leave us in the mood to keep hanging around the con to try to grab that one last panel before they closed the con center for the night. So we left.

And that was Friday.

#otakon #otakon 2023 #con review #con report #prose and cons

[littlespace-imagines]

Broken Dreams pt.2

warning Pt.1

Pairing: Cg!Jason the Toymaker × little reader

Contains: very dark, abusive themes, forced Littlespace, kidnapping, toxic cg/| dynamic, unhealthy relationships, humiliation as punishment, time confusion

*This is very different from my regular stories on this account, please exercise caution*

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

Ring

Ring

Ring

I moaned and dismissed my phone alarm, I laid in bed contemplating if getting up would even be worth it before I rolled out of bed and trudged to my bathroom. I turned on the shower letting it heat up while I brushed my teeth and took my meds, I looked in the mirror and studied my face I couldn't help but notice the dark bags under my eyes. I slept like shit last night I kept having nightmares but for some reason I couldn't recall the details. I tugged off my pjs and hopped in the shower and immediately got my hair wet, enjoying the feeling of the warm water coating my scalp. I quickly washed my hair and body before turning the water off and getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel.

I quickly brushed and blow dried my hair before going to find a nice outfit,

"What seems,like, professional?" I asked myself as I looked through my closet,

I decided on a deep purple blouse with black flared dress pants and a cute blazer, after getting dressed I applied my make up very lightly deciding to go for a very natural and subtle look, I also decided to wear my hair down. I grabbed a cute pair of black chunky ankle boots out of my closet and tugged them on. I finally walked into my kitchen and my eyes landed on the weird package from the night before, I decided I'd open it later, it did have my name and my address on it but right now I needed to focus on getting this job.

I grabbed a monster energy drink out of the fridge and a muffin before I picked up my keys and made my way to the car, I found the email from Dr.Loomis and copied the address into Google maps. I drove to the interview with anxiety bubbling in my stomach.

I arrived to the facility and parked before walking inside, at the desk was a woman who's face lit up when she saw me,

"Hi there! How can I help you?" She asked and I recognized her voice as the receptionist from yesterday,

"Hi! I have an interview today with Dr.Loomis." I said and she nodded,

"Alrighty, you can follow me." She stands and walks around the desk before leading me back to a side office, she knocks and opens the door before ushering me in.

"You must be (Yourname)!" Dr.Loomis greeted me excitedly and I smiled at him,

"Yes, hi, it's nice to meet you." You say as you take your seat infront of his desk. Dr.Loomis takes some paper in a Manila folder and looks over it.

"So you're a great fit, but I do have to ask about what happened at your previous job?" He asks and you take a deep breath,

"Um, well, one of the patients at the time had grown obsessed with me, he broke out of the facility and stalked me before going on a murderous rampage and killing multiple of my family and friends they had seen me interact with while they were stalking me." You explain and he nodded

"Im terribly sorry that happened to you, and it also has came to my attention that the patient wasn't properly restrained, correct?" He asked and you looked down at the floor,

"Yes, I had tried multiple times to get him more restricted but my superior nurse didn't think it was necessary because he had been in the facility for close to five years with no incident." You ran a hand through your hair nervously,

"Are you sure you will still be able to perform your job after this traumatic event?" He looks sympathetically at you,

"Yes, absolutely, I love my job and I'm great at it." I said and he nodded

"Okay, so how about you start on Monday, I will definitely have you working with someone before we assign you any patients to look over." He says

"That sounds perfect, thank you!" You say, you can feel a huge smile on your face as you reach forward and shake his hand. You walk out of his office and back out to your car, waving at the receptionist on the way out.

You decide to stop by your favorite fast food restaurant and get yourself something as a celebratory treat before heading home, you had not only found a new job but you had found a job in your field. After the incident many places rejected your application worried about the implications but finally someone was willing to give you a chance to get your life back.

You walked into your apartment and sat your food down on the table before you saw that fucking brown box again. You sighed and grabbed some scissors deciding to finally open it.

Inside was a cute pink plush bunny, it had very long ears and button eyes. You definitely didn't order this, could it have been one of your friends? You wracked your brain for answers deciding that it didn't matter, it was just a plush bunny. You gave the toy a soft hug before sitting in down on the table next to the box, you re-checked the box for a card or something but there was nothing.

You shrugged and once again made your way to the couch for food and forensic files.

#littlespace fanfiction #x little!reader #xlittle!reader #little!reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x little!reader #creepypasta x y/n #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker #Jason the Toymaker creepypasta #jeff the killer x little!reader #jeff the killer x you #Jason the Toymaker x little!reader #eyeless jack x you #slendy x reader #slenderman x reader #jeff the killer x reader

[fgrobichiko]

Case 2022W - Cthonic

[Subject: The rediscovery of port town [REDACTED], via travel from Minsk, and the method by which this was achieved.]

"The ship departed Minsk in the early morning. It was foggy. Most of us were in our bunks. It was a cheap ticket for such a glamorous ship. It was clearly used for cruises - I don't know what happened to it, but I guess it got handed off at some point. The paint was worn away on a fair amount of it, and there was rust on a lot of it. Sorry, I know that's not... yeah.

So we holed up in our bunks. It was so, so cold then.  I don't want to talk too big of a deal here - I'm a coward, and the fact is I just don't know much about geography, or the seasons... or atmospherics, or... I'm a computer scientist.

So when it got dark again after only an hour or two, I assumed it was normal. Nobody else was reacting to it. Hell, nobody else was around. I walked out on the deck and it was... strange.

I'm a coward, I said that. It was terrifying. I assumed we would be travelling along the river but there were no stars. And a weird, echoing noise. I checked google maps when I got back. Minsk is land-locked.

I kept thinking I saw people. On the deck. In the food hall. But my eyes were playing tricks on me, and as soon as I focussed on them they were gone. The lights on the ship were such a stark, blaring white it blotted out the colour. Maybe it was giving me a migraine or something. I went back to my bunk, but. Well. I couldn't find it.

I found something else. I found someone. She was slumped against the wall. It looked like she hadn't drunk anything in... well, I'm not a doctor. She looked up at me and she raised an arm, and I realised she wasn't old like I thought.

She was... it was like she was dessicated. God, I hate thinking about it but... her skin split as she reached to me. Dark red meat, like she'd been dry-aged, was visible in her arm as it cracked open. There wasn't any blood. Her voice was a rasp. She wasn't asking for help. She was telling me to run.

And she split apart. Totally. And I saw inside her. Her bones were growing teeth. She didn't have a face anymore, just gross struts of flesh and bone grinding against eachother, and she dragged herself up faster than I thought possible. She chased me. Of course I ran. I ran faster than I ever ran before, so fast I got a cramp.

I fell. turned back, covering my face, and a big black shape wrapped around her and dragged her into the sky. I was alone again. It would've been worse if she screamed. The only thing human on her was her hair. It was the last thing to disappear into the dark.

I found more of... them. I had to barricade myself in the kitchen as a dozen of them tried to tear the door down, rasping voices barely audible, their banging and tearing and sheering echoing into the black space we were sailing through. Slowly, the light returned. But it was washed out, just like the lamps. I found my room and I hid.

I heard people passing by, talking in raspy voices like they were excited to be there. A thing with a face made of old wounds knocked on the door and jabbed what used to be a thumb over its shoulder. They lined up on the deck and pale tendrils whipped down, snatching them up. They didn't have mouths, so they couldn't smile, but they waved what limbs they had like they were happy.

I got off the boat. I didn't even see where we were. I just walked and walked until I wasn't seeing the slithering, broken things. After a while, the things had blood again. It took a lot longer for them to have enough skin to keep it inside. I realised I was on a main road, and I looked at the signs. They said I was in England. I wept. The first noise I'd made in hours. The next city was my hometown. I must have walked past people I'd known.

I looked back the other way and saw grey sky as far as I could see. The port town was still there. The ship was even still in the harbour. I still could see specks rising up from it. I took a picture. I don't know why. I guess I reasoned, hey, I was already dead. Why not. The sign said the town's name. You can see it. I'd rather not say it at this point. And that's... it. That's all I have."

[Account ends. Our witness disappeared shortly after giving this account. A note left behind said they were searching for a childhood friend they knew had moved to live nearer the sea. The town, though... We've had accounts that end with immigrants and travellers reaching a town by this name, but of course it had never appeared on any map. Despite our best efforts, the town seems inaccessible from the witness's home city.

Foundation operatives have been moved to Minsk in an effort to purchase tickets on the ship. It seems that the [REDACTED], formerly owned by the [REDACTED, see notes 4c and 6], has "Resurfaced", so to speak. Minsk assets have been advised on anti-[REDACTED, see Case 2022P] measures.]

#Foundation Texts #body horror #gore tw #microfiction

[iamvegorott]

Here's some angsty fnaf sb au for ya!

Anti watched as the last child walked away from the daycare and sighed in relief, he heard the familiar jingle of bells behind him and turned to see Mad who was equally tired and smiled at him. "Off to go see that night guard again?" Mad smiled back and happily nodded back at him. He shook his head and chuckled. "You sure you don't like him? Seems like a nice lad." Mad seemed to blush a little. "Well he is a nice guy, a really really nice one.." He trailed off at the thought of him. Anti chuckled again and pat his back, "Well then go get that night guard ass why don't ya? I'll take care of the daycare from here." Mad blushed again and playfully slapped Anti. "Don't say things like that Moon!" Anti only pushed him out while grinning. "Yea yea whatever but you know Im right~" He winked and closed the daycare doors.

Sighing again he turned back at the daycare and went on cleaning the place, checking the ball pit for any trash, placing all the blocks back, fixing the pillows and blankets at the nap area. The usual as always. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him as he placed the last pillow down. He thought another rat was roaming around and rolled his eyes, he heard the sound again and this time heard the familiar voice of those annoying map bots. "Please take a map." He groaned and stood up to approach where the sound came from. 'Why the hell are those map bots in the daycare? I thought I told Bing and Google to keep em out.' He thought as he entered a closet in the area. He looked towards the end of the room and saw the map bot looking bat at him. He was tired and wanted go the hell to sleep so he went straight forward. "Alright lad, wrap up your map bot shit and get out. I still got to clean the stage area up top and I want to get the hell to sleep so-" His words were cut short as the bot suddenly grabbed his throat and almost crushed his fans and endo skeleton neck. "CEO of pizzaplex has ordered Map Bot #12 to throw Moondrop into the basement of scraps." The bot said and caused Anti's thoughts flood as he tried to escape the others grip. "The fuck are you saying you piece of shit? No one ordered anyone to be told to throw me into that hell hole!" Anti groaned and kicked the bot and the grip was lost. Causing Anti to jump up into the ceiling and catched his breath. 'What the hell did Dark do to that piece of shit?' He thought while massaging his neck. 'And.. throw me to the basement?.. What the hell is he thinking?!' Anti couldn't finish the thought when yhe map bot got a hold of Anti foot and dragged him down, causing him to hit his head hard onto the ground and malfunctioned a few wires and codes from his system. His eyes flashed as he tried to stay awake while the bot dragged him but he was already too tired, too late to even try and fight. Too late to even say goodbye.

The next night Mad was completely worried of the disappearance of Anti and after closing time he walked through the mall to find Google and Bing who were clearing up a few tables when they spotted Mad. "Google, Bing have any of you seen Anti? I haven't seen him all night and day and It's getting worrying." Both map bots looked at each other and frowned. "Sorry dude, we haven't seen Moon either." "Or map bot #12 which is odd. They both seem to disappear last night." Google added. Mad turned his head in confusion. "Maybe we could check last night's cameras? We could ask Yandere if they found anything." Bing suggested. "That would be a good idea, follow me."

Dark watched the footage over and over with Yandere beside him, in the same shock state as well. "Why the hell would that map bot take Anti away for no apparent reason?! Did it malfunction?" Dark was worrying and Yandere turned and tried their best to calm him down. "Calm down boss Im sure Google and Bing did a little mess up on the program-" the doors opened and came in said map bots with Mad not far behind. "What did you do to Anti?!" Dark yelled and the 3 turned confused. "Uh dude, we were gonna ask if we could check what the hell happened?-" Bing was cut short as Google passed by the CEO and night guard to check the bots programming and found out the cause. "Why is map bot's objective throwing Moondrop into the basement?" Google said aloud and everyone went silent. Dark couldn't stand any longer and ran out.

Anti felt weak, broken and tired. Getting your parts ripped out while still being alive isn't the best, especially when its from the annoying map bots. With one of his eyes ripped out he watched with his other eye as the bot threw his leg into the burning furnace and groaned. "You l-little son of a-a bitch.. Wh-what did I ev-ven do to y-you?" His voice box glitched and the bot turned to him in silence. Walking towards him and harshly gripping his neck again. With the bots eyes turning red, it say its last words to him.

"Good night, Moondrop."

Dark burst through the door but it was already too late, with Anti's robotic parts laying on the dirty and burned ground while the bot threw one of his arms into the burning pit. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, so many emotions flooding through him but when he saw the bot, he only saw red.

But after that, there was no way to repair Anti, his parts being ripped to shreds like paper. Dark only held his broken head and chest as they were the last and only parts together and hugged his cold body as tears dripped.

Oh how would he explain this to his child?

(Just a lil note, bing and google are map bots and yandere is Vanessa but i think yall established that mare was vanessa as a night guard? So theres two night guards here. Anyways hope u enjoyed!)

OH NO MY HEART!

#justyoursicanon #fnaf:sb!au #danti #angst #character death

[halfwaytofreedom]

December 28, Raleigh

This starts as my train pulls in around 10am. I had about five hours sitting in the Raleigh train station. This is by design...

I must make it clear: I don't hold it against anyone that they couldn't meet me on my trip across the country. I was in town for one day or less, every day, and I didn't tell many people. I was running for my life, and anyone I saw caught a glimpse of me at my worst. No shame if you missed me.

I had made separate plans to meet two different people in Raleigh. Both of them were valuable to me; I'd been hiding in my house for almost nine months, and they were two of the very few friends I had on Facebook. My therapist reminded me: It's hard to meet someone, within a day, with less than a week's notice. Neither of my Raleigh contacts could make it.

I missed them, and I missed everyone in that moment. This was day one of homelessness; I couldn't go back to Florida, and there was no one ready in Charlotte yet either. I rolled into Raleigh alone.

I texted a friend who went to college out here; seeing the UNC banners, I thought he might have an idea of something to do or someone to meet. No such luck. Raleigh was 100% by myself.

This train platform and station were unique. Sometime in the past year, they had rebuilt this train station into a big glass-and-neon spectacle. The train actually doesn't go near the building, but instead passes across the street. Disembarking from my Silver Star, I walked my two bags down to...the luggage cart, and stood next to it.

"Don't take your bags yet!" the baggage attendant barked. I acknowledged. "I'm watching you!" I replied, "I don't even have hands to carry it." (shrug). We chuckled. The truth is, I wasn't taking my bags at all. I just thought it was better use to stand next to them.

A golf cart pulled up next to me. Let me point out that I was standing alone with a cane, so I looked like I could use the help. "I'll take you over." I had no idea what "over" meant, because I'd never been here before. Still, I obediently got on the cart, and we rolled away from my bags.

The Raleigh station has a tunnel, wide enough for a golf cart or narrow luggage cart and not much more. It goes under the road, and over to the ground entrance. If you were walking, you'd walk through this tunnel then up another ramp to get into the beautiful, well-equipped building.

The building had neon, and glass, and many wood finishes and padded seats. Vending machines, counters with charger outlets, and even a cart vendor. Still - it was an island. To leave the station, you needed to take an elevator or a ramp. To go outside for a smoke, you had to walk a 100ft ramp across the front to an overlook, far from every door, to meet the clean air laws. It was a beautiful building with no connection to the city or the rail line.

I was thankful I didn't have to keep my checked bags; they kept themselves while I waited with my too-many bags in the nicely equipped room. It wasn't equipped enough, though, and I started Google Maps up on my phone to find my way to lunch. It wasn't 11am yet, would there be anything?

No, but it would take me 15+ minutes to walk there. I found a food court down the street. I took an elevator to the first floor, then a dusty, dirty walk underneath the rail and across a loading dock before I got to any city buildings. Once I was in the city, though, everything was level, so rolling my personal bag wasn't TOO bad.

I wound up leaving my bags at the table while I ordered my food-court burger though. More neon, more fashionable signs, and I was definitely the first person they saw this morning. I was happy to get my burger, though it hurt every single time I had to break a bill. Remember, I had to cross the country with less than $500.

Hung out for an hour in that food court with my burger; it was cold, almost freezing, I was glad to be indoors. I wasn't looking forward to the windy walk back under the rail and across the loading dock.

For illustrative purposes: the white building to the leftmost is the station. The rail I came in on is at the bottom of the picture. The burger place is off the picture to the right. I walked from the white building, under that other rail line, across the street. It's OK - the only cars that showed up were heading to the train station, and no one rides the train lol.

After my burger, I rolled my bag and backpack up the long ramp to the overlook to have a smoke. Finally. After maybe 16 hours of being smoke free, I needed something fresh. The rooftop has a few signs illustrating the green rooftop garden. You can see it in the picture, the green strip over the tunnel. It's December in Raleigh, though: nothing was growing. It was brown and grey and empty. I enjoyed the fresh air, but there wasn't any bright sunny scenery.

Let's add that I was still very paranoid, too: I expected, at any moment, that someone would show up and arrest me for smoking, even though this overlook was CLEARLY designed to be far from the entrances. I just shivered with my too-heavy bags and finished my smoke.

After 100ft of walking down a ramp, I was back in the isolated building. I was very happy for the high-top tables where I could set up this laptop, charge what I needed, and wait. But...man, my back hurt. I wanted to lie down.

Good news, I could lie down on the softer seating they had inside, but I didn't want to seem like I was some lurker or homeless guy. (I was a homeless guy, but I had a train ticket.) I set up out-of-view of the clerk and security, in a scarce corner, and left my bags so I could wander and/or stretch out my back. It was a long four-ish hours of waiting for my train: an NCDOT special, the Piedmont, which was a direct line, endpoints in Raleigh to Charlotte.

This train was a point of pride for the state, it seems. The train cars were named after North Carolina icons; I believe mine was the Gray Squirrel. It had the white star and blue coloring to match the NC Flag. I watched it sit in the station for hours, waiting for its next batch of passengers. Other trains went by, but this one specifically sat in the station waiting for us. I took a picture, had to verify that this really was the right train.

Five trains run this same route every day; how did this one sit in the station for two hours?

Regardless, this was well-equipped, with wide seats. I was ready when they opened the big double-doors to let us go up the ramp and load in. Not very many people boarded, and there were even fabric headrest covers. A very nice ride...but no checked bags. My own checked baggage must have rolled ahead of me on a different train!

I put my own bag on the overhead rack, and settled in. No one sat next to me the whole time. It was about a three-hour ride, and I watched it get dark as I came in.

Charlotte itself was a bear...lots of people coming in and going out. My bags were waiting on the luggage cart, just like I saw them before, but this time sitting alone. The luggage attendant even commented, "I thought they were left behind! After this train, they would have been." Apparently, they weren't supposed to check the bags to Charlotte, because I had two separate tickets and should have checked them twice. All's well that ends well, though; I took my two lonely bags off the cart and rolled on out.

Into the dark, to meet my dear friend Christine. She and her partner were there just in time to meet me. Not much waiting, not much walking with my bags, just in and out of Charlotte station. I'd get more familiar with it in another week. For now, I just got to enjoy a week's break from traveling.

#amtrak #piedmont

[eakdoeseurope]

From Rome to Florence, part 2

We left the winery, drove back down the long gravel road to the highway, and headed for our next stop: Cortona.

Cortona is another little hill town with winding streets; we parked in a lot at the foot of the town and hiked up the steep hill to the center of town. It's an artsy town, full of little shops where artists sit inside painting and doing pottery.

I tried (and failed) to befriend a cat.

Once we'd gotten our fill of Cortona, we got back into the car and headed for our final Tuscan town, Arezzo.

Arezzo was also an extremely hilly town, but it afforded very nice views of the countryside.

We stopped by a bakery for some tiny sfogliatelle: lemon and pistachio. They were delicious.

At this point it was (say it with me) extremely hot and we were very tired, so we got back to the car and headed to Florence. And this is where things started to go downhill.

The plan was to return the car at the Florence airport, so that we could avoid having to drive into the city. First, of course, we stopped at a gas station near the car return, so that I could fill the tank. Challenge one was opening the gas tank, which required using the car key and turning it in a particular way. Challenge two was operating the gas pump, which did not have an integrated payment set-up, and which only had instructions in Italian. I used my phone to translate the instructions, which said that you should pump your gas and then pay at the cashier. So I put the nozzle in the car, pulled the trigger, and... nothing. I went to the little store area to ask for help, but of course it was closed and abandoned. I returned to the pump and continued looking around. There were other, newer instructions saying that I should pay at the pay station before pumping the gas. So then I had to find the pay station, which was a little ATM-like thing located between the pumps. And then I had to find a payment card that it would accept. And then, once I had authorized my card, I still couldn't figure out how to get the pump to work. (The problem, it turns out, was that I had left the nozzle in the car, and it had to be back in the cradle in order for the pump to activate. Which I discovered after about five despondent minutes.)

Okay, so eventually I filled the tank and we headed for the car return. Challenge three. I see a little Avis building, so I park the car by the curb outside it and try to find a way into the building. This entails wandering in a circle around the building and discovering a door propped open in the back. We go in; there's no one there. Then a woman comes running in and informs us that actually this is a staff building, and we were supposed to park in row A or B of the lot and then drop the keys in the drop box (hand them to her? of course not), and I have to go move the car, and no we can't leave our luggage here, this is only for staff. So Jilli stood in the sun with our luggage while I got back in the car and did a loop around the car return place and parked the car in the appropriate location.

Challenge four: getting to the hotel. The airport is pretty close to the city proper, so it seemed like it would be easy to get to our hotel from there. First we had to take a shuttle bus from the rental car area to the airport, which for some reason had to go in a big 2km loop even though the airport was only like 500m away. Then, Google maps was saying we should take a bus, which would drop us right by the hotel. Getting to the bus stop involved crossing a confusing variety of lanes of traffic, and when we got to the stop, a bus pulled up that was not the bus Google maps was telling us to take, and when I asked the driver about the bus we were supposed to take, he had never heard of it. He drove off and I realized we could have taken his bus, and that the bus Google maps was telling us to take wouldn't come for another hour.

So we dragged ourselves and our luggage back across the ridiculous lanes of traffic to the airport, where we got on the tram instead. The tram left us off about a 10-minute walk from the hotel, so we dragged ourselves and our luggage along the cobblestones in 99-degree heat, exhausted and dehydrated and starving. It was 8pm and I just wanted to eat something and drink a gallon of ice water and shower and fall asleep.

Anyway, we got to the hotel eventually, and got to our room, and I was very cranky for the rest of the evening, but at least we made it to Florence. The end.

#italy #rome #florence #tuscany

[myaquariusheart]

11/5

Today was nice but rainy. I woke up and did my laundry, it's honestly been sitting in the corner of my room for ages and just needed to be dealt with. I went to the National Art Gallery, I've been there 5 times now, twice alone. I love going alone, it's such an escape and somewhere to be alone and look at all the art. I love being in that kind of environment. Surrounded by priceless art, the quiet, listening to my music, and exploring all the rooms. I LOVE LOVE seeing all the tourists as well. I love seeing them because this gallery is just 40 mins away from me by bus but for other people, they've traveled from another country, city, or place just to come here and I just want to appreciate it with them and enjoy the mood. I also went to the British Museum. I don't remember the last time I went there, I just have a memory from my childhood with Cake and family going there. The only thing that made me remember it was the giant white halls in the place. It was amazing and honestly, I would go again. I saw so much stuff I'd never seen before and learned much. I went into the China area, Greek, and even the Islamic. I saw Mummys, the burial chambers, and so many beautiful statues. I took so many pictures and just couldn't believe where they came from and that I was able to see them. Something creepy though, I was followed today. Some young guy, I walked PAST him under some scaffolding and smiled at him. We were walking in different directions. I didn't think of it at first and then when I got to the traffic lights I noticed him behind me. I kept walking as I was following google maps to find the museum, so I quickly went into Primark and I'm not even kidding, he came to Primark. Just to be sure he was following me I stopped to look at some trousers, for him to follow me there and brush past me and touched my bum? I literally had a bad gut feeling and walked quickly out the door and literally walked so quickly followed google maps. This isn't even the first time I was followed this week? On my last day of uni, some guy followed me for about 10 mins walking behind me and beside me until he finally tapped my shoulder and said he wanted to get to know me? I literally gave a fake snap and moved forward with my life. I don't even like it, it's actually scary and creepy. I know I've fantasized about a Joe but it's horrible and so scary. I have never ever felt unsafe in London or being by myself. I am always going everywhere alone and I love it, I just don't understand what's been happening lately and why people have been following me. I know it's only two but it shouldn't be any at all? Anyway, I am so excited for tomorrow because I have work, then I am going to Bromley with Cake and I think I'm going to get my belly button pierced again. I know it got infected and rejected last time but I have lost weight and have learned not to over-clean it. that's what makes the healing worse and slower? I don't know why and how but I tried it with my new Superdrugs piercing. I hardly clean it and its healed so well and I've never had any discomfort or pain other than when my hair gets stuck. I am excited about my belly piercing but I'm not excited about uncomfortable sleeping and bending etc. I just hope it heals well and is amazing. I love having piercings and have learned how to deal with them when I wish I just learned the first time. I'm going to have my snacks and try and sleep.

[sleepless-strawberry]

[WP] You leave home to get a few essentials from the gas station. By your watch, it's been about ten minutes. But when you get home...you find your wife and infant daughter have aged 30 years. You've been missing all that time.

Sunday, 26th of March 2023. All in all, a day like any other. As it was a weekend I spent the day relaxing and kicking back. Of course I had to watch over little Cathy. But my wife, Helen deserved rest as much as I did so I couldn't possibly refuse her.

The problem started when we run out of something. Some fruits for Helen's diet, Potatoes for the soup. And finally milk for porridge. By then it was late, the sun had long set and the only thing that could be open was a nearby gas-station. It was on a nearby street so I hopped into my 2014 Nissan Altima and sped off. To my misfortune the gas station was closed as according to the note left out front they couldn't find anyone to take the shift.

I was a bit annoyed but quickly enough I got out my phone and a quick search on google maps let me know of a nearby gas station. Not far. Much closer than any of the other gas stations and I didn't want to leave Helen waiting for long.

Though I didn't know the gas station I quickly rode off. It was open. Quite literally, the door was wide open being held by a small stone at it's foot. "Thank god" I thought. I started grabbing what I needed, that's when I heard him. "Heya, you lost, boy?"

I turned around to see a teen, a young adult at most behind me. He sat on a folding chair to the side of the counter. Wearing a baseball cap despite the lack of sun. A plain t-shirt and some shorts despite the small chill wind on account of the open door. He was chewing on a straw. Weird there aren't any fields around.

"No, I'm not lost, I know this area well enough. Also I'm not a boy." I replied. Perhaps harsher than necessary but it didn't matter as he only replied with "no you're lost."

I didn't want to talk anymore so I quickly picked out my shopping in silence and went to pay but then the teen called out for me again "I won't bother scanning all these. The machine's broken. I'm the only employee just hand me say... 10 bucks and be on your way." My bill was 12.37 dollars so I didn't reject his offer. Handed him a single note and as I was leaving he said to me "I pity you, boy."

Not wanting to start an argument I only glared and then took my leave. I arrived home. Pulling the bag of groceries out of the car I walked over to the front door. I checked my SANDA sport wrist-watch as my hand instinctively put the key into the key hole and unlocked the door.

"Mike?" I responded to Helen's voice as she looked up. "Yes, Helen?" That's when I froze. Just liked Helen had. She looked different. Older. So much older. Cathy was also still. And also older. She looked like she was in her 20s or 30s. "Dad?" The word was like a gunshot, as quiet as it was it set things in motion. Our voice blurred together into a mix of mindless screaming. Panic. "Why? What's going? Why are you still so young? Why are you so old? Why did you leave?"

I never thought of myself as a coward. But I couldn't face the music. Couldn't stand their pained expressions. I ran. Climbed into my 2014 Nissan Altima and sped off. Again. This time however. Much, much,, much faster.

I'm not sure how but I ended up at the gas station. The boy was no longer there. Just a note "Employee's wanted!"

He was a jerk. I know he's been through a lot as well but he was a jerk nonetheless. That's why I tried being better than him.

So now you know. Why that happened to you. I really am sorry for not telling you when you first came here. I didn't want to scare you. Or maybe I though that it was inevitable. But truthfully I just hoped that unlike me you'd make it work. That you wouldn't come back. Oh well. That's too bad now is it.

Take care, oh and do take care of this gas station, eh? It may be cursed but what's the point of living in filth. Goodbye, stranger.

#writing #writing prompt

[dreamturbine]

dreamt that i had been asked by a coworker (not a real person i know, just someone my dream made up, also apparently i didn't know her that well but my mom did and said she was nice which is why i agreed to it) to feed her pets for a couple of days, which was a few cats and a dog. dog was trying out a new food and medicine but there were instructions written down for all of it.

a couple days after she was supposed to be back, noticed in slack she was still offline and found out she hadn't yet come back to work, but overnight she had sent me a link to a location on google maps without context that was just in some park near her house it something. decided to go check in on the pets and asked my partner to come inside with me.

house was a disaster, just completely disgustingly messy. worse than we had left it in. dog was out of food and water and whining as soon as we went in, cats were ok but had gotten into their food bag and spilled it everywhere. looked everywhere in the house and couldn't find the lady. found her computer open to the map and saw she had labeled the destination point "deceased" (i am aware how ridiculous this sounds). start panicking because now I'm pretty sure she's offed herself but i don't want to go there to find out.

we decide to call 911 and the police station was right next door so we go outside so they can see us. i'm like crying while on the phone explaining. then we just have to wait for someone to come and while we're waiting i decide to walk around and try to find a better spot to stand because there were a lot of people around because her house was like, right next to a strip mall/gas station/bus terminal idk. it had snowed and there were a lot of snowdrifts in these big hills so people are just like walking over them and stuff and i do the same except surprise some of them have the consistency of melting ice cream so now i'm sliding around, falling down, having a really hard time getting up. this goes on for ages as i'm trying to explain to 911 what happened and where to meet me. i just can't get out of these melty ice cream snow drifts.

and then i woke up.

[mariolandavid]

Ninh Binh

Every good story starts with a guy accidentally ordering a kilo of fish. It's a fact of life and why should this one be any different?

Via quite a circuitous route back to Hanoi from Ha Long bay, plus an obligatory wait for 2 hours in Highlands coffee (at this point if you stuck me I'd bleed Vietnamese black coffee out of my track marks), we made our way to the van taking us to Ninh Binh.

This was pretty routine. Turn up, sit in an empty room with big pictures of vietnamese tourist attractions up around you while some guy sits with his feet up in a chair, kind of watching you, kinda doing his own thing. He might be the van driver, he might be his brother. All you know really is that you're in the place the ticket guy told you to go to and eventually someone might tap you on the shoulder and tell you to get in a van, but in a consenting way.

When they decided they were ready (stuff doesn't run 'on time') they packed us up into the "limousine", aptly described given the pimped out disco light ceiling & leather recliners. The driver then seemed to remember he hadn't locked his door, or took some methamphetamines because boy did he tear into the accelrator for the next 45 minutes. Google Maps thought the trip should be 1 hour 30. This guy almost halved that. If we hadn't been watching Clarkson's Farm & had actually looked out the window, chances are we would have neem asking God for forgiveness for our sins, but you know, we got some time back and Vietnam only has 10x the fatal traffic incidents the UK does, so who's worried? Not me.

When we got to Ninh Binh city, we discovered a place less multi cultural than Hanoi or Ha Long bay and less easily navigated by the two bumbling foreigners who don't speak Vietnamese. We rocked up to the nearest place Google told us was half decent before looking through a cryptic menu that gave no clue to anything and had strange sub-clauses to every price.

I attempted ordering a beer, a specific guy even came over to accept my beer order. I then told another girl I thought was taking our food order. No beer appeared. I began to wonder if we'd ordered anything. Turned out, when speaking to a third person, no, no we had not. What she could also confirm to us, via the medium of speaking into our phone on translate, was that what we had tried to order, was unusual.

"You have chosen an entire chicken a kilo or grouperfish and 2 kilos of rice. Are you sure?" - we were not sure. It became apparent that this particular restaurant only serves food by weight, or in entire animal form. Essentially you couldn't order less than a kilo of anything. We thanked the kind lady, cancelled the chicken and stuck to our fish kilo. It arrived with its own ceramic warming station complete with tealight candles. A tasty soy gnger and soy marinaded grouper, it went perfectly with the simple steamed rice and the whole meal was pretty pleasant once we got past the confusion. Google Translate team, we owe you.

After that, we took a taxi to a place "near" where we were staying (but wasn't) before finally arriving at the Banana Tree after some map reading. The slick looking guy behind the desk greeted us, schmoozed, keenly made sure we had put down or deposits for everything and tried to sell us a private driver for the next day (checking Grab... we could halve the price he was quoting) we hit up the bar for the night because there's a pretty fun one attached to the Banana Tree.

We were greeted again by a cavalcade of Spanish voices. Mariola, dragged us over to the table where 9 girls & guys from all corners of her homeland were, brought together by the We Road app. A service that pairs random strangers together into big group tour excursions, a way to adventure and meet people. Pretty cool find if you want to join a big group & they were a pretty interesting crowd, among them was even a travelling magician (despite asking, no tricks performed that night.. lame..). After a few drinks, people started to drift off, so so did we.

Day broke and we were ready to head to Trang An, the sublimely picturesque waterway traversing through caves, islands and pagodas in the carved out rugged landscape of Vietnam's north. You have to wait for a boat of 4 to go anywhere, so we were paired up with a couple of Vietnamese girls. We were pleasantly surprised that here, we were kinda in the minority. There were a bucketload of Vietnamese tourists here all enjoying their own scenery and doing their own thing, and it was really refreshing. We didn't just hear European tongues wafting back and forth, we really liked it.

Our Kind Vietnamese boat companions for the day had umbrellas ready at the slightest hint of a photon. They really did not want to see sunlight with vampiric passion.  Nothing was going to spoil that pristine skin with a tan. This might seem weird to western points of view, who want that bronzed look above all else, but is fairly normal in East Asia, where a pale complexion is a sign of elegance and status. A tan is a sign you're a farm worker.

Now you might think when I mention sun, that means it was a pleasant day. A bit of time on a boat in the sunshine? Wow, sounds wonderful. Well if you were to get a boat down the river styx and enter the hellmouth past Cerberus' maw it would likely reach similar temperatures. If Dante's inferno has less than 82% humidity in 40 degree heat, he's missing a trick. It was oppressive.

Accuweather, as we slowly began to asphyxiate from lack of air, said it was only "quite hot"... I'd now like to go to the Accuweather offices. I'd like to lock their thermostat to 40 degrees. I'd like to close all the windows and perhaps leave a lot of wet towels on their radiators. To see how many of their employees describe the environment as just ' quite hot' while they dissolve into pools.

We serenely continued down these waterways, propelled masterfully by our old Vietnamese lady captain (who had arms like tree trunks). We sailed past the movie set for Kong: Skull island, and we stopped so the two vietnamese girls could take a scenic photo with.... Mariola (turns out tall Western girls are more interesting than nature). After this we had the obligatory run in with the Spanish girls and rounded the trip off, serenly spotting out deer and pagodas as we cruised back.

Trang An is wonderful. It was amazing coming out of Ha Long bay that we didn't get inertia to this kind of beauty. The landscape was phenomenal, you just can't find this somewhere else. The beauty of paddling through soaring cliffs with pagoda left and right is breathtaking. I've never seen a place like this before. Everything is green, the water, the cliffs, even the sky has a green blue hue. It's a world away from the blues & greys of Scandinavia or the UK you might get from kayaking. It's stunning.

After a shower (you need to average at least two a day here, the sweat is maddening) we wolfed down some Nem Lui lemongrass, outrageously fresh pork skewers served on lemongrass & overheard and called out some bullshit from the group of possibly 7000 Irish lads claiming that the "Basque Leader" had decided to invent the famous drink Calimocho because he'd ordered too much bad wine. This is, a literal red rag to a bull to a hot blooded Spaniard like Mariola, only too quick to want to tell him NO YOU ARE WRONG, THAT IS NOT CORRECT (here is the correct story for those interested) But later on, we were fuelled to scale the Mua Cave walk. A "reasonable" climb to a breathtaking viewpoint surrounded by a natural caves system. However when a 'reasonable' climb combs in 80% humidity, it is like attempting that 'reasonable climb' while being waterboarded with a kettle.

Even cool names like Tiger Cave couldn't distract you on the way up. At least not until the distinct lack of health and safety at the top sharpened you into survival mode as you were invited to straddle, duck and weave around and hop over a stone dragon perched precariously on top of a mountain. Most of the dragon was spikes and it was lain on top of a particularly sharp rock formation. But what's the nanny state ever done to protect anyone really? When we were 5 we all split our skulls on mountain dragons and we turned out just fine!

Obligatorily meeting the Spanish girls on the way up, and down it was time for dinner. We went to a little place a bit away from the main strip and tucked into some cashed chicken and goat soup with burned rice as we watched an increasingly drunk Vietnamese friend group push the boundaries of how many times the drunk boyfriend can playkick his girlfriend before she smashed his brains in, then time for bed.  At least I would have liked to have gone to bed, I was distracted by the odd new smell that two English girls had brought with them into the room. A weird odour, as if their two mountain warehouse backpacks had been stuffed with sweating ham.. I thought it was just me until every other dorm bed was talking about this ham smell come morning... girls.. please leave the ham at home.

Our final day in Ninh Binh started with the hypnotic ritual of watching our vietnamese drip coffee ooze delicious nectar into the sweet condensed milk below, while we watched the rain come down... as finally the heat had broken and the rains came... It meant we could break out the card games at last as we whiled down the hours to our 11pm train to Hue.

As well as killing time, they were a nice distraction from those last minute travel stresses, me ripping my swim shorts on the door... which REALLY pissed me off. Mariola losing her airpods and then arguing tooth and nail with the hostel housekeeping staff. She adamantly knew she had left them in the bed and that they would be in the laundry pile & do not argue with this girl when she's assured. Two members of staff and a lot of ignoring later, they were rescued with a flourish and a death stare. We needed some card games.. Hell it got to the point where mariola just threw in the towel, found a woman in the street and hopped on the back of a motorbike to get a massage. Stress does terrible things.

As we sat down for dinner before the end of our downtime day, I was helpfully greeted with the message "Oh I think that's where the duck that gave me food poisoning was" as we were halfway through our roast duck... Hoping to survive the night, we headed out to the train station, only the two hours early... into a completely empty train station that we were only convinced wasn't closed because of three helpful staff members who said, yup... you're just super early. We facetimed our friends whose honeymoon is going to be in Vietnam, waited out the 2 hours and then hit up the night train... next stop... Hue!